On the gray, dusty sea Of the Moon without sea or tide, A robot cyclops—a single, nebulous eye— Seeked the thrill of a rodeo. Its single pupil, a steel beacon, Blinked in binary code, Scanning the star-studded horizon Like a quantum sheriff. Beneath it roared its GazGazMoon, A lunar motorcycle with helium-3 pistons, Its tires bit the dust In silence—for here, noise falls silent. And the GazGazMoon purred, In the immense silence, As if the entire universe Holds its breath of dust.