Lunar Dust

A fraying coalition,
stitches spreading, suggesting
synergism sundered.
In the evening when enemies were plain,
missions parceled
flags planted firmly in the too thin
lunar dust.

Some alignment,
wheels along axes, pilloried
in gazettes and encyclicals,
a plume of silt, clouding
the horizon,
leaving liquid mirages in
its wake.

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