FULFILLMENT
He stood, strained tiptoe tall,
caught and tore a moon from the sky,
with covetous hands -
clutched it audaciously.
He discovered it was jagged,
dry-ice hot,
full of excrescence,
burning,
scorching his hands.
In agony, straining, tiptoe tall
again, he stood, rejecting that moon,
eager to exchange it for another
in a distant galaxy.
He discovered that he could not fix
his chosen moon
in its accustomed, sky-high place
nor could he drop it
from his burning hands.
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