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2 | title: On seeing the panorama of the Apollo 11 landing site | ||
3 | genre: verse | ||
4 | |||
5 | project: | ||
6 | title: Elegies for alternate selves | ||
7 | css: elegies | ||
8 | order: 5 | ||
9 | next: | ||
10 | title: Ars poetica | ||
11 | link: arspoetica | ||
12 | prev: | ||
13 | title: And | ||
14 | link: and | ||
15 | ... | ||
16 | |||
17 | So it's the [fucking moon][]. Big deal. As if \ | ||
18 | you haven't seen it before, hanging in the sky \ | ||
19 | like a piece of [rotten meat][] nailed to the wall, | ||
20 | |||
21 | a maudlin love letter (the i's dotted with [hearts][]) \ | ||
22 | tacked to the sky's door like ninety-eight theses. \ | ||
23 | Don't stare at it like it means anything. | ||
24 | |||
25 | Don't give it the chance to collect meaning \ | ||
26 | from your hand like an old pigeon. Don't dare ascribe \ | ||
27 | it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say | ||
28 | |||
29 | in your affairs. It's separated from your life \ | ||
30 | by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space, \ | ||
31 | the same distance you stepped away from time that night | ||
32 | |||
33 | you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope \ | ||
34 | knocking in the dark. It was then that time fell apart, \ | ||
35 | had a nervous breakdown and started following you | ||
36 | |||
37 | everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you're going. \ | ||
38 | You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer \ | ||
39 | and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove \ | ||
40 | that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn. | ||
41 | |||
42 | [fucking moon]: deathstrumpet.html | ||
43 | [rotten meat]: roughgloves.html | ||
44 | [hearts]: proverbs.html | ||