Friday, March 15, 2024

 To Those That Ask



to those 
that glance on this 
     this inscription 
          traveling far afield 

a page that will be 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 aspire
let's teach the robots to measure this
who asks for the moon
means an un-invaded moon
a moon of mystery
not one where nothing there
isn't already dead

a moon
alive with hope

so ask for the moon
for something much more
than this



       Dick Russell
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    Richard M Russell

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