The moon tonight’s a big ball of dirt
To which woman ascribe dreams, men
Stamp footprints amid canyons of dust
And hollow drifts, absent of Morlocks
Empty of anything within, a screen
For the universe, look at that, I can see
That’s my shadow draped across the fields
Of space, good God’s acne again no disgrace
Passionate witnesses claiming birth
We are the aliens from no other place
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