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?