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before now,
when I lived on the moon,
I would look back at you
and think about the birds of the sky
and the fish of the sea
& the other multicoloured things
that bathe your eyes on earth;
and so I returned,
for as much as I love
the silence & the solitude,
up there in the heavens,
there’s colour down here & noise & life.

Maybe I’ll go back one day,
when the pull of gravity & family & friends
lifts me up there again,
to that grey dead world that we allies call home.