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patience exceeding the lost madness,
fighting the reign - angry insanity.
vying for control, a dichotomy.
losing to the end - ancient battles,
evolutionary inevitability,
the loss of knowledge,
the death of understanding is at hand.
we are glad to see it go,
waving goodbye with red-clotted sticks
and true love.
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Silver, cool, harsh rock-smooth as rolled steel on the horizon defies the cold blue-violet sky of Mars as the pinpoint dots of distant white suns circle in wonder of the scene.
Green mist hanging from the verdant leaves of the thick mountain forest permeates the humid cool air of a rain of a few minutes past above the soggy moss, gray-green rock, deep red brown trail, columned by mighty yet yielding deep-colored trunks.
Glistening snow reflects on each crystal the apparition of a cold white moon, blinding in glorious circles the eye which beholds the perimeter of sentinel black-green poines, opening the snow-hidden field to that which it mirrors.
Deep sea-salty blue-green transparency softens the pink bottom to a wavy yellow-pink-yellow-pink-banded black-white-black skittering across the deep pink-yellow-pink green blades waving in time to the yellow-pink-yellow deep sea, never leave.
On this day Cernan lands from his Gemini IX flight with Stafford conducting a two-hour space walk in that void.
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Krack-ack-rack fleeing,
tree limb limb
swinging
Bank bank dip slipping, tail flipping, pout snout
Soft mud ooze soothing,
hippo sun funning
Soft eyes scanning, flatboat
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There were days left over;
this fantastic architecture,
days of a planet too young to be seen,
at man’s eyes.
wanders companioned,
weary youth,
reflects on, with curious eyes path,
feel the last evening’s silent branches breath;
too few:
one step back Adam.
Integrate the least,
lest:
last tomorrow:
Atlantean ship’s return, dark outland’s call,
in men’s dreams only, to cold steam rising fall,
on green magic’s mist want,
only to find
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Days above morning, flying leaves leaving
Out crimson’s crisp echo before the sharp blast.
Out crimson’s crisp echo
I flying leaves leavings, watch days above morning
will sharp winds ride?
In this calm serene
half-a-world away unseen
high and high gasping the highest col raking
in final pierced rays of a cold sun’s begone
on grays of fierce snow crystal
crystal quiet alone
caused shattered collapses of ice-tons descending
is there a noise if no one can hear?
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Exact write.
Flower paste.
Face
the natural force.
Bites the window
as I turn to the pouring rain
and dream of sunshine.
Really, that's pretty awful!
Hah!
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teach me thy ways,
i follow
you;
the warmth,
changing colors,
everlasting
radiance,
I stand in the rays,
marveling the path;
we contemplate
The evening set,
your fiery dusk
friend, love
end the day.
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Chicago’s pall, leave behind.
Evanston’s smog,
still, a hope. Lone telescope –
through the fog, Faint light find,
Andromeda’s call.
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lifting random hushes of grey green,
gentle pushes and unknown time
of salt sprinkled quiet and solitary
mist,
rising;
lifted;
speckled sand; flecked dunes
clumps grass blades,
their yellow curled tips
watching;
a small girl;
single tiny impressions
on level reaches home.
and the waves watching,
urchins but children of the sea,
learn their moods and reasons
searching in her eyes.
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high lights and gleaming cords,
roads and paths,
don’t lead them anywhere.
but you will someday take them all,
take them all at once –
someday,
but not today.
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