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Spaceship Discovery

The Challenger and Columbia are gone And you alone of the trinity Awaits the end to dawn Not far to go Old crate, Not far At all. The old rheumatic wires still delay The flapless wings A little leakage of some fluid there A little sputtering of tears The body is the same Just like every sandy shore Time wears thing away Do you feel the constant pumping of desire The thunder in the heart To explode the boundaries of light And search the crevices of dark And yet Each arthritic morning wheezing comes Strapping us to bed How far have we gone Since we walk the moon Yearning for the kiss of mars? Love is a strange emotion And just for water We tried to blow the moon's world apart I understand the tragedy of the moth Not the death of the flame. O dearest, We will be launched again When the storms of life are past We will forever dock To the station in the sky And you and I immortal then Shall have no more questions Why

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/9/2010 5:38:00 PM
I understand your theme, and see some setting of history, beyond I will let Deborah guide me when I drool. You are a very complicated poet, but then we seem to have similar influence ... do you ever read Ezra Pound?
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Date: 11/5/2010 1:07:00 PM
Just so much longing for what was...what is...what might have been...can nothing be? Though prone does the skin not yet hunger for the fingertip? Does the eye not linger over the sherbert sweetest of sunset? I too have missed you! Light & Love
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