The Man In The Moon I lie on the grass, gazing above me, my arms stretch high into the twilight sky, they twist and turn and extend and they reach up and my hands handle the moon and its mine and nobody else's and my fingers become a piece of it and afterward I'm the moon, see me I'm the Man in the Moon and I Can See All, I Can See You, and my arm extends down and my mammoth finger uncurls and focuses and my voice profound and blasting says ITS YOU and the individual I'm pointing at gazes directly toward me and his arms are coming to towards me and he's grinning and afterward I understand with a beginning that its me. I get up and shake my head. At that point I rests again and shake my head. At that point I sit up and shake my head and rub my eyes and scratch my head and yawn and this appears to work thus I get up. I rests once more: it didn't work. I think I'll remain here some time and consider things until I can get up and stand and perhaps walk once more. I might be some time. I'm turning upward into the sky. Its night yet it isn't so dim.
