Little eye glued to the lens;
visionary of green Martian men.
Floating, suspended deliciously
above craters of cheese.
Could this be Heaven?
Beneath flannel sheets,
flashlight in hand,
as pages flip;
Luna big and mysterious,
beckoning him.
Engaging dreams,
slip him into space,
between today and tomorrow -
Future moon walker.
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