Who's Out There Still?
Purple nebula
gas insignia
finds a polished glass
astronomy class
here on earthly sod.
Pluto ice ball
now a rogue moon
White dwarfs sun fall
burnt out too soon.
Lenses peek.
comets streak.
Say to me.
You see
no God?
Odd...
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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