Space
The final frontier?
So much to take in
clutter and congestion
upon this revolving earth
and yet
so little left of green forests,
settled in by buildings and humanity
ramparts on the left
bastions, bridges, barricades
highways on the right
with little remaining in between.
Spaces in the middle
along the edges
down the valleys
across the fields
there from up on the mountains
stretching and tugging at time
exonerating a moment of creation
securing futures unseen
living the dream of being
waylaid by man and history and change.
Space opens
closes off the planets
shuts out the stars
drifts off into the distance
where meteors and asteroids race
to escape the boundaries
to elongate the outer margins
to expand the realms of reality
to endure
beyond the hand of man.
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