An Hour With MOA

In 10 minutes, I arrived at the shores of your wideness overwhelmed with joy when I landed on you for more spirit to live, for more views to seek, for more airs to breathe. About 10 more minutes, I stood at a fine view of a Lightball in the middle of your vast-ness, your wave spreads forth like hands about to grab the ball of Night-ness, as it lights the palms of your shores from afar the night sky, as you breathe with everyone sitting on you, walking on you, playing with you, laughing with you, loving with you, standing on you, running around on you, listening with your silence, in your stillness. Within the corners of another 20 minutes, I entered one of your doors, leading me, thru where my conscience wants me to as you welcomed me in, I mesmerized at your Wisdom, stored in your shelves, aligned in same-and-different rows of Knowledge and some other sorts of supplies. There's more to it, but time must meet its end. And out i went for 10 minutes walk around you then from you, I took a shot of the fullness of the Ball of Brightness with strings of electric-light beside it, and I walked far for another 10 minutes, and then looked far, for one last time telling myself, that when your waves die and your shores dry my memory of you will come alive.