Lunar Landings

A vague recollection from memory,
that costed how much in time. . .
of a quiet faint sound.
I have formed;
a trusted organizational indifference.
Where there is:
love?
There is controversy!
Where there is,
interference,
there is,
tolerance.
For all I have wanted,
I may have lost of it.
And, quite the contradiction of affairs,
between the face of challenge.
I swing in from the ceiling of broken dreams.
Only to help in seeing.
It has disappeared,
into a categorical error in judgment.
From an emotional surface of breaking ground,
the barriers of resistance.
The execution.