Posted up,
Like a pair of paraffin dreamers,
We can say what we both see.
One fall,
As I remember,
I didn't care for them anymore,
All of those games in station,
Orbiting graces,
'That's genius,'
I am an American, the distance
Is relative, the space between
Somewhere and here
Observed by a third,
Only then you get perspective,
When they call it a lovers moon,
A satellite.
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