Not far from here
where the moon dissolved like sugar
in the waves,
and the last piece of galleon
washed up on the sand,
they built a giant trellis
of steel and aluminum,
and periodically
roads would be cleared,
the ionosphere fall to earth,
emptiness surround the structure,
as a tractor crept forward
with an arrow of phenomenal girth,
to a giant bow,
to fling it into the heavens,
exhaled by a yearning inside us
for the vastness beyond,
to go as far as it would go,
a conquest,
never to be seen again.
Cape Canaveral
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