Life and Space
The sun, pregnant with light and heat
bursting with the new day
labors high in the atmosphere
while the moon rolls about
in her dream-like dance
without compassion for the Sun's
constant affliction.
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I lay down on buttercups
contemplating the birth of each planet
searching beyond the light with my thoughts
unable to grasp something so simple
due to the poverty of my own imagination
I reach my hand into space around me
and wonder how many worlds I've touched
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How limited my sight and hearing
for all the worlds to escape detection
If only I could come to understanding
my vision would perhaps catch up someday
and I would know with lunar perception
the mystery of this solar conception
that gives birth to life each day
Path
Was
The path, it winds
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around in time.
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I'll circle 'round
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to start anew.
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A pas de deux
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would be sublime,
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to step in time
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from pointe to ground
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without a sound.
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The silent path,
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it winds around.
Taking off at a sprint
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and quickly gaining momentum
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he threw himself with such
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tremendous force
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against the idea that he was
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that he
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was not.