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curious? no?

so weve passed the witchin hour,
time for the corkscrew to undo 
the young maiden of wine, for the 
skyies! for the magnetic pull of heat 
shield shall we weild, young hermetic 
robot technology to rover the moon...mars!

to study the columbia hills,
mt husband, mt mccool! reclaim the spirit!
This curiosity of rock ore and water 
we shall see the mons, we shall see the rocks divine!
and in those moments of terror
our mountains of code design
a wish for you to hold of me

for there is no bounce in opportunity, 
no their is nothing but the left out hindered rocks of mars,
you, myself, there in the cold disparity of dunes, quicksand
for when the temperature drops and we must disconnect
to save our parts
one may wander in the night

you qualify with your beauty of transcript, your coded
disposition that you insist by its beauteous nature
that I coalesce with you in machinery and we turn off
but I asked quietly in the cold,
do we turn back on?

as the dust yields and the skycrane has flown
off into the horizon, 
we shall tread softly,
lay our feet to rest in such soil
to lay ear to the wind
to see up in the dirt 
again
to mars