Short Aether Poems

Your paper empire
Awash in nights' aether
Kite in a hurricane...

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From the sea of smoking souls
I am parted to emerge,
imbuing by aether silk;
the space of your sound....

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A craft ever afloat
in dark endless doldrums.

The drifting aether-boat,
station of static hum.

Fallout: the lethal moat.
Recov’ry never comes....

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Slowly sneaking through the leaves,
Paw by paw with claws in sheathes.

The lynx is lurking through a cell diploid,
Of whence the light and aether void.

A cat that links the cracks in time and space,
Prowls 'tween worlds with steady pace....

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Sailing the airwaves
A pilot light and passengers
I sung a tune so sweet
Now I'll play it back to you

On through the aether
I spent a coin or two
With you and those friends
I can't pay it back to you

In a garden of cigarette buds
The rain touched my lips
Where you didn't kiss
I won't kiss you back

Back in this suburb of ours
With you left to the city
And all its changing rhythm
You will dance with them...

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Forge my skies eternal 
Beyond comprehension 
The swirling horizon 
And the endless expanses, that spark adventure
With ether like flowing water
Yet I will not suffer, numb to ailments  

Atmosphere that reflects the lifeful beauty below
Yet possessing luxuries in it’s own right
Though not vain, for it is unenvious

Through the aether, I shall  wander 
Fading with bliss, as I walk to the stellas...

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Not 
what but 
how we did 
so express love,
by gentling our touch,
made all the difference,
since the receptor chosen,
spoke in symbols and metaphors,
which were beyond grasp of lower mind.

Love speaks a secret language heart knows,
for which silence befriends the void,
that emotes inked in aether,
delight like a rainbow,
of bliss magnetism,
which penetrates
frozen hearts
by touch
soft....

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Dark Matters burn; a new age will beckon
Ancient plans turn; with creaking tendons
providence a blight, hidden in questions.
Made of the aether; not of the heavens.

Coalescing tangles and connections makes.
Spinning an eon; the darkness breaks
Shadows cast in the gleaming wakes.
Gravity pulls into endless space.

Eruptive remnants of eons past
a common core of bonded ash
come together to form, at last,
a brand new cycle from circling gas....

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Beloved readers, here's the thing
prose is not allowed.
My responses made for Gerald Greene
the site saw fit take down. 
"Not poems" was their reply,
when questioned for the cause.
What rebuttle could I give?
Let live is not enough. 

These were not saved
in any form.
They've gone into the aether. 
I hope they've been some little good.

In common suit, I've followed through
removing other prose.
I do not think they'll come again
in these censored rows....

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