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I stalk our silver satellite
from worn-down molars
to gaping mouths,
a world rich with mystery,
silent since time beyond memory.
My booted feet trudge through
the coarse grit
that rises and falls,
rises and falls,
no dust clouds here,
as I step lightly along
in the low gravity.
I stop a moment,
gaze up at the great black sky
dusted with galaxies, nebulas
and stars,
red, yellow, blue, white,
giants, super giants and dwarfs,
and the Milky Way
like I never saw it Down There,
and all strewn along the carpet of space
by a grander God than
I can ever imagine.
I glance over my shoulder at
a gigantic sphere of blue and white,
casting black shadows in front of me.
At last, my samples gathered,
I arrive at the cavern/colony,
load chips of volcanic glass,
lunar pumice, and several unknowns,
onto the small rocket,
and watch it lift off
and roar silently for home.
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