Today someone absolutely floored me

With talk of the moon of all things,

and fresher yet, it was reflecting to boot.

If only I were more like a bio dome.

A self sustaining, ongoing creator

taking itself and making more of itself

Then I could give myself all the credit

for myself and spare myself lunar guilt.

You know at the center of the moon

there is a lot of a iron I suspect.

In other news, on other worlds:

One day she’s gonna run out of angles,

so I am gonna let her wear herself out.

And pad my list of conquered models.