Craters of the Moon

Don't mind me, counting the craters of the moon,

One, two...

Carefully curated by history long passed,

Solemnly dangling inside a newtonian tube,

Fastened like a glowing sticker beneath my 

curious eye.

Four, five...

Pupils sharpened -
Blood's pounding beneath white, fibrous tissue, my
scope is relentless , ripping the spandex of the universe, I

Seem to linger, stunned by silence as I stroke

my finger on the sharp ridges of the metal wheel, 
Croaking as it turns,

Narrowed focus, shallow breath, air caught somewhere in between -
I'm a hunter, smeared in green, patiently observing

my unsuspecting prey.

Twentyseven, twentyeight...

My iris opens and captures the dusty

crinkles and creaces, leaping

over rocky bridges, dark seas of basaltic remnants,

Adored by various hominin tenants, paired with that sting of

jealousy - a sizzle only an ethereal beauty can ignite,
Flickering flames only quenched by eternal night -

Such are
the delicate rims and ridges

Of all the craters of the moon. 

A hundred and two...

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

It reminds of the old elaborate clock-work like devices ancient astronomers used to "predict" celestial movements. Like the Antikythera mechanism. There's probably a way to predict every impact that ever happened or will happen in the universe... the machine used to predict this would have to be larger than the universe though so it will never exist as we can see it. (hahhaha...ugh, it hurts my head to think like this)

[Davidgeo]

Orrery. The device i mentioned. "a mechanical model of a solar system)

[Omikron]

That sounds like an interesting device, I think I've seen one in a museum once actually. We tend to think that our ancestors were stupid, when they in fact were very enthusiastic about the natural sciences. We stand on the shoulders of giants, and even they seem awfully small compared to the vast universe.

Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, it means a lot.

Love// O