(from the moon series)
crawl in and out of craters all night long,
slime trodden across the long arch of the sky
bridled by gasoline and moon dust.
Squirm through the tunnels of the great orb.
Carry passengers from one vacancy
of a city to another. Hurry to empty
the future of the immense object of gravity.
Bite and tear the innards with fierce devotion.
Burn themselves in half to get the job done quickly.
Apr 19, 2010
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