Alright I must confess: I’m the man humming on Mars…

It used to be otherwise:
On the moon I was
A collector of sticks
For I was always blind
Probing and tapping
But here
Where splint and spleen
Are unknown
A red electrolysis
Of dust is the best teacher
And songs
Are a spirit force.

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