going to the moon (for Gus Grissom)
this tremor is my journey
destine I am
to see the world from outer space
a coil of wisdom in any case,
is the token I reach to touch
advancing beyond the seals
of all modern appeal,
standing before all man kind,
I’m going to the moon,
my kingdom will come
in opaque and tired blue
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