one day I got up at three the sky far and free the planets humming with a healthy tune the landscape as flat as the moon the Sun shot me an epoxy glare and all the other stars began to stare am I being watched, or is the ground as hard as moonrock? the particles from the comet as soft as glitter and the stars shriveling with jitter and as it was 15 hours past noon, I wondered... am I ON the moon?
