For the organic and furious

A question and a sure thing

Is divided by nothing but time.

 

The moon could kill us all

With an inch of its bravery

Enslave us all in wonder forever

For the simple act of falling

 

Further and without hesitation

Into the darkening shack

Of mad curiosity

But instead

 

We have penetrated

The mysteries of this place

With ease and in a brief time

We have left our mark

 

In the form of golfballs

And astronaut shit.