The moon does
have its own pull, more poetic lore
than its iron core
and a gravity formed
from the debris of its astronomical
birth; more like
on the block of hopeless metaphor.
We have been there before
because it is,
and within a shot as achievable
as that is too:
phenomenal. So this terrestrial aim
is no more than name in
more like a photo op than an orbit
to attain, more Luna
than the tic
tock of a countdown that will fail;
poetry that rhymes
just for how it sounds.
There is no fury, and the basic bore
is just this.