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Hearsay; following implosion of our first moon,
Pylon Guardians patrolled the dubious 3rd Quarter
and at Aurora Intersect issued
a triplicate Agitation-certificate to one
dislodged B-movie monster.

...likewise Comchex the botanic
super sleuth had embezzled twelve
pristine gardenias in a sting attempt,
and in accordance with parole perimeters
set up camp in
Pylon acquisitions District Oh (!)

As a result
a superimposed Pylon—inlaid and buffed—
took proffered bait & fell
bassackwards into a manhole opening
becoming an inverted
Teflon-wasp trap and remained there
in perpetuity (with)
scheduled release for
2192 and time served.
A backlog of waspy relocation invocationals
were wiped clean
and Comchex faced the Endowment Tribunal
for to receive the prestigious
superseded Medal of Anthropomorphic Relations
thus being released for good behavior
and in lieu of financial gain thus
having been placed in productive custody
to wear squirtful petunias
for the random watering of organ
grinder monkeys and silly
bureaucratic waffle mongers.

A Pylon barricade built to withstand
flotsam and jetsam with spare parts
unhinged and sprung loose, spilling
defunct Pylon pieces onto the
Aurora Intersect, and Comchex,
renamed Herb III the Wheel Baron,
released aforementioned
citated movie monster
onto the Quarter who wherein thus did
defile and #2 on its Agitation certificate
and gobsmacketh the Pylon pile
into another low-earth orbit.

Space Station orphans with microfibers
reconnected various parts into
conglomerates, thus forging
a new territory named for Herb III
but secretly called Moon Unit
to re-inflate Tidal pride,
saving this earth
from a wobbly existence.

So the Pylons, while a temporary
scourge in history,
evolved as a wonder of the skies
and a home for displaced
galactic children,
and Comchex aka Herb III
was memorialized forever
in iron and rust
on space-comflaberation Moon Unit,
a bright spot in the firmament.

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