Monday, September 4, 2017

To Those That Ask



those 
that glance on this 

this inscription 
traveling far afield 

a page read by robots
giving voice

to what is retrievable 
by only those who ask

to those
living enmeshed in sensation

tingling with reality's touch
aye those

you few
that glance on this

please ask for the moon
if you would go there 

knowing there is nothing there
that isn't already dead

but teach the robots to measure this
who asks for the moon
means an un-invaded moon
a moon of mystery

a moon
alive with hope

so ask for the moon
for something much more
than this






Dick Russell
copyright © 2017


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