humorously ludicrous.
the lunar rock flickering
& all that
co$mic glitter
pulsating
almost saying
I should return to the
wretched place
whence I came.
phoning home.
captivated
the moon's only reflecting
radiation from the sun
& some of those ancients
thought that ball of gaseous hell
was god himself.
I am now these clouds
of heaven chemicals &
other toxic emissions &
I am in awe of all of this.
there was an epic in the sky
& unfortunately I am limitied by
a lack of understanding of the
technical jargon.
the sad fact is to me
real ideology is not possible
& nothing but impractical knowledge.
.... and I don't follow.
I'm afraid
I don't follow