Of course I am
against disturbing the moon.
For many reasons.
Not only is it an unseemly exaggeration
—personally I've long avoided exaggerating
because of exhaustion—
but it is also improper.
So far, the moon's relations with the earth
have been
highly formal.
Discreet from its enchanting distance,
it offered perfect solutions
to mankind's musing.
And, above all,
every so often,
it silver-plates
this worn-out earth for free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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