"regolith sounding"
un-charted
regolith basin
the web-foot strikes no resonance
only a dry scuff against basalt
we keep trying to track a gait where gravity fails
the drake does not sing
he translates the vacuum into a twitch
fanning of the tail-feathers
an absolute zero mechanics
floating above the mare where no sound travels
back to the glass
we watch from the bright side
the blind spot feathering out at the edges
imperfect
un-housed
drifting on the cold side of the mirror
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