frosty fingertips on the Moon,
the outer reaches of Earth,
with a Luna tick in the orbit of Terra,
an extended arm is required to make an eclipse.

with Terra being spun like a Luna - sea water machine,
revolve and rotate,
through the gates of the sun,
a transit with 20/20 vision.

Twice weekly Yew,
When quizzed worryingly,
Where would a werewolf wear a watch?
One would wonder, Why one, wood want two?

It is you, that is mistaken, Sir...It is you, that has mistook.
It is the particles not the radiation,
you stupid Fukushima fan! Fix that!
Iodine in the water, Caesium in the ground, particulates in the air, Plutonium we don't know where.
From Uranium to Uranus, thy droid children will be done.

(silence)

..green shoots that grow up through the cracks and climb up around the pendulum, that buffer the swing and strangle the motion.
A pendulum with no swing is a dead weight, in a death... Wait.
The winter of dissed con's tents... If only, beware the ides and wrap up.
Land is the answer to everything, as well they know.
And when the pendulum starts to slow,
Some green in the middle of the red blue vision... will follow.