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The Moon Talks Back
by Jim Gustafson
Last night the moon said something to me about light
It seemed to say, "It is time to come to grips with what you did,
When you took my light away and returned it to the sun,
You bruised what is best within you.
You paddled your imagination with science,
You strutted like you had another apple,
Then you chose to fly higher than reason,
Beyond any need you took your feet from the ground.
You let my glow seduce you into shadows
where now you must spend your days,
Then you walked on me and left
Your litter in piles in my yard.
Now you threaten to return with thousands.
You will not be pleased with your choices.
There is much of me you do not wish know.”
The Moon Talks Back
by Jim Gustafson
Last night the moon said something to me about light
It seemed to say, "It is time to come to grips with what you did,
When you took my light away and returned it to the sun,
You bruised what is best within you.
You paddled your imagination with science,
You strutted like you had another apple,
Then you chose to fly higher than reason,
Beyond any need you took your feet from the ground.
You let my glow seduce you into shadows
where now you must spend your days,
Then you walked on me and left
Your litter in piles in my yard.
Now you threaten to return with thousands.
You will not be pleased with your choices.
There is much of me you do not wish know.”
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