Walking through the moon
without galactic shoes
no Mr. Jackson moves.
Just, walking.
.
Passing through the rocky desert
I found you
inside an empty vast crater.
Offered me a filthy cup
full of The Undesirable Feeling
I gulped it whole, and was left
with no desire
to walk back to earth
in my terrestrial shoes - pathetic swing like moves.
I was left put
inside the hollow crater, with you.
Numb stares, no words. We inhaled the lunar white dust.
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