purple motes

Balm for the creative human being, a lovely poem at TinkerX:

I own the moon

Because I say I do.

....
You lovers on my white-glow leaning;
you hunters creeping, deer-spoor seeking;
you children peering, “One day,” dreaming;
all who look upon this, frankly, dreary, lifeless face,
this wide-eyed, gaping maw of rock and shining, lantern jaw,
you now owe toll!

No more free ride. Pay up. Way up.

The Man in the Moon be damned.
Homage? For the loons.
I own the moon.

Read the whole poem, and weep.

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Once there was Beat Poetry. Now there's Geek Poetry!

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