Man and the MoonA Poem by CorsetWhat if Earth is actually heaven and good souls became trees that provided breath for the living grateful dancing , singing in the wind pointing skyward or their reward stolen from them to frown up at us from the faces in our furniture no longer pointing s u n w a r d (see that sun? that's where you'll go!) ...and the sun is the burning pit that churns bad souls for all eternity where fuel for the fire spits hot flares blinding the naked eye. What if the moon was purgatory where the "not quite pure" would circle about half lit, half unsure. How many of us then Will have been the man on the moon. © 2014 Corset |
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