Linger

no!linger, here? no, not here, move on. impulse, motivation, survival,
contemplation. it is too hot. I take off my shirt for just a second.
they should have kept their flack jackets on…foolish people…
living on the Moon. I can see it now, Grand Opening of the Universal
trash can.Grand opening on the moon? of the moon? just how polar-cold
is it in the dark of night? without provocation, as it has done for
billions of years, the alien water transmogrifies, unveils the fear.
the underlining, immortal fear. that no one else sees, looking beyond
the truth, to grasp a fantasy world. a world that exists only within
the truth of make-believe. in such a world, only immortals can
contain
the fear and see the truth. yet, in this hot and cold place
we are all mortal. then who shall see the truth?
who will pull back the veil to eyes that see dreams only perceived?
there is no grand master of ceremonies, who unveils a false truth.
so we linger here, we linger here, and we will die here.
the test is too arduous, the cause too subjective a truth to claim.
we wait for a grand, dangerous unveiling of a far, more distant past.
in such a world, why linger here? no, not here, move on. for is it
impulse, motivation, survival, incomprehensible to linger here? yes!