I shunned away
from the clatters of the snoopy,
talking ceiling
and turned to the moon instead,
"What is it like up there?"
and he said,
"Well, you see, my dear,
we are, quite relatively
the same in a certain peculiar kind of way.
Essentially,
water is a vital source of life's elixir
just like how Earth revive one's residers to survive.
Yet somehow, concurrently,
we tussled through several moonquakes,
raining meteorites
under such hellish fiery heat."
well, honestly,
that sounds pretty hellific enough
for my soul
to uncurl from this old,
rotting heart
and that is exactly
my kind
of heaven
-a.
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