The Man In The Moon :: essays papers

The homo In The Moon I harp on the tell on, stark(a) above me, my weapons system stretch high into the starlit sky, they warp and strain and elongate and they reach up and my hands grasp the moon and its exploit and no-one elses and my fingers become a part of it and then Im the moon, look at me Im the Man in the Moon and I stack See All, I Can See You, and my arm stretches down and my giant finger uncurls and points and my voice bass and booming says ITS YOU and the person Im pointing at looks straight up at me and his arms are reaching towards me and hes smiling and then I realise with a start that its me. I get up and shake my cope. Then I lie down again and shake my head. Then I puzzle up and shake my head and rub my eyeb all(prenominal) and scratch my head and yawn and this seems to work and so I get up. I lie down again it didnt work. I think Ill stay here a while and think about things until I can get up and stand and maybe walk again. I may be almos t time. Im smell up into the sky. Its night but its not that dark. The moons out and so are the stars and there are no clouds in the sky. True, its not as bright as it is, say, during the day, but nevertheless its relatively bright. Its a whoreson sight brighter then the inside of a really dark cave with your head covered in a thick, thick blanket with your eyes closed. But ours is not to quibble on the brightness, or lack thereof, of this night in question. So, the state of the night cleared up, I can continue. Im looking into the sky and Im lying on the grass, which is a critical strange because grass is not, as it were, the most abundant of materials in this place. Im lying on a small patch of such grass that is surrounded on all sides by sand. In the distance I can hear the sea and its crashing against the beach and I worry about all the poor little creatures caught in it.