On the far side of the moon
Freed from the view of Earth.
We rove, as the heavens attune
To our presence, to our birth.
It's been waiting:
Two weeks of night
then
Two weeks of light
then
all over again.
It's been creating:
In the quiet space
so long
On once hidden face
so long
where we might belong.
It's been vacillating:
Within its crater
back and forth
Without translator
back and forth...
Have we proved our worth?
On the far side of the moon
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