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The night was cool the moon was full. There was no hint of what was to come. A nearby asteroid was perturbed from its journey around the Sun. It hurtled down toward the Earth. A billion souls it put at risk none but the moon stood in its path It struck the moon a silent blast because in Space there is no sound. Luna shook but gave no ground. A slice of moon was sharded off Fragments blasted here and there The tides went mad The seas rose up The waves raised in a desperate prayer. In time the dust would coalesce into a ring about our orb Poets would write about the ring which girds our earth, our Eden home.
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Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
Of a fire on the Moon
The night was cool the moon was full. There was no hint of what was to come. A nearby asteroid was perturbed from its journey around the Sun. It hurtled down toward the Earth. A billion souls it put at risk none but the moon stood in its path It struck the moon a silent blast because in Space there is no sound. Luna shook but gave no ground. A slice of moon was sharded off Fragments blasted here and there The tides went mad The seas rose up The waves raised in a desperate prayer. In time the dust would coalesce into a ring about our orb Poets would write about the ring which girds our earth, our Eden home.
The title is gratefully borrowed from an article written by Norman Mailer for Life Magazine about Apollo 11. the ideas is inspired by a recently floated idea in astronomical circles (orbits?) about our present moon being the combination of two astral bodies joined in collision. the denouement of Earthy rings is my poetic whimsy.
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63/M/American
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
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