Muse

Muse
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Just an un-thought thought.
The least touch of a feather or
draught from
           the beating wing of a bird;
A telescope taking focus on
     Saturn's rings,
     resolved in image,
          cut and colour.

The idea gestating in a crate
     sealed shut under a slatted grate
asking to be prised apart with a
     number nine tyre iron as

the gyrating stars gazed down
     upon nothing,
rounding Earth's scimitar sharp crescent
      with an ineffable and total
      cosmic indifference.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 6/12/2025 9:25:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.