The clouds beneath the moon tonight are spread so wide in such a show of pastels,
it’s as if they’re suspended from the moon itself and the whole sky is nothing less
than a supernaturally radiant field of energy and life. But that isn’t true, yes, I know,
for hasn’t science been telling us so? Forget the simple fact of the clouds—
haven't we exposed the intimate details surrounding our satellite’s orbit and mass,
and watched as our heroes probed it for days and returned with only rocks and dust?
Then how can it be, that the moon is so naked and unashamed?
It’s like a woman’s wet lips bursting with starlight...
Oh stop telling me I’ve had too much wine! Better for one to be stumbling drunk
than stumbling over small superstitions, obsolete gods, and the spectral flow
of these seductive spirits! There's nothing here but Causes and Effects.
So how can I explain that she is just as deliciously mysterious to me now
as she must've been, hundreds of centuries ago, to a world of simple primitives
who couldn't know the spoiler waiting to be found on her sexless surface?
What was I saying before, about the clouds… And suppose
they knew the truth all along? Would that have made any difference?
Suppose a chance discovery reveals that they were light years ahead of us
in stripping the moon of its illusive gown with everything they needed to classify
the ‘lifeless satellite’—telescopes, laboratories, launch pads, rockets—
and yet buried beneath the ruins of a sprawling suburb, a skeleton
still clings to an empty jug, its eye sockets worshiping the radiant night?
Creative humour, satire and other bad ideas by Ross Murray, an author living in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada. Is it truth or fiction? Only his hairdresser knows for sure.
I'm Michelle. This is my blog. I write about women and fatness, expound upon semi-coherent thoughts I have in the middle of the night, and offer tough love to those in whom I am disappointed; they are legion.
Reblogged this on Dry-Humping Parnassus and commented:
Dry-Humping Parnassus turns two today. Here’s the first piece that I published, a loose homage to the first lunar landing 47 years ago today.
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