Strange
how strange
how odd
cryptic life pears at our star from a far
from under a violet willow tree.
millenniums to come...
dandelions with strange colors,
in the winds of dim stars.
studying the fire of dying suns
painting petals and bone...
gold
ancient astronauts study skulls
of conversing monkeys...
a conquering mammal.
pondering runes of yesterday
they ask how strange?
how
why?
mortal spirals brake into dust...
an scattered onto winds from spinning ancient
worlds.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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