full moon joy

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new craters appear brighter to the naked eye
some not even named yet
that’s what we hear back from
the ones we flung the furthest
the ones who spent 40 minutes in that real place
the ultimate no contact
mountains rising as large wounds, high albedo in the western shine
small islands of light beyond the impossibly rugged line of the terminator
a rippled kiss on the far side of the moon, more circular than anyone remembered
the earth so bright behind they had it covered by a shroud
and i wonder what it would be like to have perfect memory
to have rays of ejected material strewn across your ancient lava face, carrying every impact
60 year old footprints
to have all your flags
motionless—
turned white