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If I brought you the moon

Would you swoon at its coldest touch?

Make lunar angels and the such?

Or would you ask me for Saturn?

To dance on its rings through the night

And sing with the asteroids in flight paths to nowhere.

Catch the cold stare that they give you.

It's the only one they know.



And hearing this, would you now ask for Mars?

To get that tiny inch closer to the Sun.

Would you ride its roller coaster into stars:

Throw your hands up, speeding down the Dipper handle

And breathe with every constellation as one?



Or would you rather me dismantle every nebula

That brings about a lustful scandal in its hazy gaze?

Would you then kick off your sandals, lose yourself inside it's crazy maze

And drift into a metaphor within its lazy haze?

Or would you soon forget it for...

For this humble chunk of earth:

The only thing that I can handle

And propose to you its hidden worth

And quaint repose?



Choose so wise, I beg you.

Nothing's worse than losing solid sight

In favor of the dreams contained in Neptune's might.

But please remember, Space only comes out at night.