No es la luna que
Vio el primer Adán,
Observed Borges, correctly,
Although he adduced the wrong
Reasons for this moon transformed,
Chalking it up to human
Looking, to mere centuries,
Mere tears. The moon’s been drifting
Away and shifting its face,
All on its lonesome, so long
Before humans looked at it
And practiced their invention
Of a symbolic species,
The production of those tears.
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