We sit, on cool blades

turned black by the sun's

decision to hide away.

We stare up at our world outside our own.

You notice,

the stretch marks across the rocky sphere

an illumination of a circle

dark patches, stains

not the kind created by fallen ash.

The pendulum that swings around our globe

Hypontizes you

Until you feel yourself spinning.

There is a trance

that turns into a tango.

Dancing with the water that consumes our world

leading it up your nose to drown out your vision.

Open your mouth

and let the taste

crawl into your brain

and munch on intact cells.

The invisible dotted path

that patrols the dusty atmosphere

winds into your ears. You ask-

can we really

explore

the region resembling

the space

next to the

moon?