Over four years, pounds of moon rocks [fly] back to Earth. But nothing of Earth snapped.
An iconic blue planet suspended in darkness near the cratered horizon.
Astronauts didn't just take, they carried Earth into space with them.
Aboard it crumb[ies] and began[s] to float. A piece of a sock attached to tool, on the moon. Packed a family photo and left.
Most human figure[s] hear the names of astronauts.
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'We are all Astronauts', Page 72, #4, from: National Geographic-Earth magazine
I created this poem from a magazine. I love making black out poetry and there will be a lot more. Some make sense, and some don't, but all the same I love creating , writing, and just talking nonsense.
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