1 files changed, 25 insertions, 18 deletions
diff --git a/apollo11.txt b/apollo11.txt
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--- a/apollo11.txt
+++ b/apollo11.txt

@@ -21,30 +21,37 @@ project:
 ...
 | So it's the [fucking moon][].  Big deal.  As if
-| you haven't seen it before, hanging in the sky
+| you haven't seen it before, tacked to the sky
-| like a piece of [rotten meat][] nailed to the wall,
+| like a [rotten hunk of meat][], a maudlin love
-| a maudlin love letter (the i's dotted with [hearts][])
+| letter (the _i_s dotted with hearts) hung
-| tacked to the sky's door like ninety-eight theses.
+| on the sky like ninety-eight theses.
 | Don't stare at it like it means anything.
+| Walk past it quickly, eyes averted.
 | Don't give it the chance to collect meaning
-| from your hand like an old pigeon.  Don't dare ascribe
+| from your [outstretched hand like a pigeon][].
-| it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say
-| in your affairs.  It's separated from your life
+| Ascribing it a will, calling it fickle, or
-| by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space,
+| thinking it has any say or even an opinion
-| the same distance you stepped away from time that night
+| of your affairs is a mistake: it's separated
-| you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope
+| from you by three hundred eighty thousand miles
-| knocking in the dark.  It was then that time fell apart,
+| of emptiness, staring at you blankly like a child
-| had a nervous breakdown and started following you
+| or your reflection when you found your love broken
-| everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you're going.
+| in the dark, when time fell apart, broke down,
-| You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer
+| started following you around everywhere, [moonfaced][],
-| and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove
+| doggedly asking where you're going, like you know.
-| that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn.
+| Don't try side stepping time, either: it's only
+| a river you're stuck in, [carrying you][] under the glare
+| of the moon nuzzling closer, cooing in your ear
+| like a dove that escapes into the empty sky at dawn.
 [fucking moon]: deathstrumpet.html
-[rotten meat]: roughgloves.html
+[rotten hunk of meat]: roughgloves.html
-[hearts]: proverbs.html
+[outstretched hand like a pigeon]: last-passenger.html
+[moonfaced]: boy_bus.html
+[carrying you]: music-433.html

diff --git a/apollo11.txt b/apollo11.txt index a957d83..36983e0 100644 --- a/apollo11.txt +++ b/apollo11.txt
@@ -21,30 +21,37 @@ project:
21	...	21	...
22		22
23	\| So it's the [fucking moon][]. Big deal. As if	23	\| So it's the [fucking moon][]. Big deal. As if
24	\| you haven't seen it before, hanging in the sky	24	\| you haven't seen it before, tacked to the sky
25	\| like a piece of [rotten meat][] nailed to the wall,	25	\| like a [rotten hunk of meat][], a maudlin love
26		26
27	\| a maudlin love letter (the i's dotted with [hearts][])	27	\| letter (the _i_s dotted with hearts) hung
28	\| tacked to the sky's door like ninety-eight theses.	28	\| on the sky like ninety-eight theses.
29	\| Don't stare at it like it means anything.	29	\| Don't stare at it like it means anything.
30		30
		31	\| Walk past it quickly, eyes averted.
31	\| Don't give it the chance to collect meaning	32	\| Don't give it the chance to collect meaning
32	\| from your hand like an old pigeon. Don't dare ascribe	33	\| from your [outstretched hand like a pigeon][].
33	\| it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say
34		34
35	\| in your affairs. It's separated from your life	35	\| Ascribing it a will, calling it fickle, or
36	\| by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space,	36	\| thinking it has any say or even an opinion
37	\| the same distance you stepped away from time that night	37	\| of your affairs is a mistake: it's separated
38		38
39	\| you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope	39	\| from you by three hundred eighty thousand miles
40	\| knocking in the dark. It was then that time fell apart,	40	\| of emptiness, staring at you blankly like a child
41	\| had a nervous breakdown and started following you	41	\| or your reflection when you found your love broken
42		42
43	\| everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you're going.	43	\| in the dark, when time fell apart, broke down,
44	\| You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer	44	\| started following you around everywhere, [moonfaced][],
45	\| and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove	45	\| doggedly asking where you're going, like you know.
46	\| that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn.	46
		47	\| Don't try side stepping time, either: it's only
		48	\| a river you're stuck in, [carrying you][] under the glare
		49	\| of the moon nuzzling closer, cooing in your ear
		50
		51	\| like a dove that escapes into the empty sky at dawn.
47		52
48	[fucking moon]: deathstrumpet.html	53	[fucking moon]: deathstrumpet.html
49	[rotten meat]: roughgloves.html	54	[rotten hunk of meat]: roughgloves.html
50	[hearts]: proverbs.html	55	[outstretched hand like a pigeon]: last-passenger.html
		56	[moonfaced]: boy_bus.html
		57	[carrying you]: music-433.html