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Ice Rock Cometh
green comet
passes through
astral tendrils
in cadaverous void
Gaia’s parasites
blessed by
the luminous visitor
cursed by
a slowing Inner Core
scorned by
eviscerating storms
So Be It:
humankind is
on the rocks
(obviously a major MALFUNCTION)
dodging more shoes
dropping like
conspiring flies falling
out of the cantankerous sky
as the gods
play dice
with entangled eons
caught between
interstellar cigars
& Hard Places
Oh sigh!
ruminates a horrified poet
soaking up
sublime irrealism
seeking
The Good, The Bad &
The Ultimate
in celestial entrails
& flippant
fields of
savage plots
plotting against
plodding progress
Honestly,
there/herein lies Badness:
disconnecting
discombobulating
disempowering
dis-eased moments
anonymously appearing
on a dwarf planet
rotating in a belt
of mocking space junk
striving to become
enL*I*G*H*Tened
notwithstanding
retrograde deities
bearing apocalyptic gifts
Indeed!
it is exhausting
to escape event horizons
darting around
martian ironists
posing as
poisoned dust devils
(howling coldly
growling boldy
(Where No Pen has Gone Before))
Behold...
blue earth racing under the ISS
moving through the junk-belt
waving at
sparkling solar systems
gracefully gravitating
toward & around the galactic core
as haughty centurions issue commands
beyond reason & doubts
striving to capture
antennae floating in micro-gravity
as Terrible Tardigrades
prepare to dispatch us
to Kepler-186
Copyright ©
nj V.
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