Monday, August 23, 2010

1056. JUNTO BROTHER BABY FRIEND MARKSMAN TO THE STARS

JUNTO BROTHER
BABY FRIEND
MARKSMAN TO
THE STARS
Nothing's been settled nor ever even finished
and the ever-gaping sky stays open for any
possibility. Like petals from on high, spacecraft
come down to play music upon human ears.
Hearing nothing, they scuttle away; small
creatures on a jarring planet.
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Lending a hand to self-sufficiency, the great
engine God steps in just every so often to
twist a this or that. Divide the oasis, dissect
the feud. Mankind and matter, which is more rude?
Entire books and their chapters have been written
on this - and blood too flows to show it.
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Myself, on the other hand, sitting back here
in the garden, holding cards and reading
the messages : hangman, water-bearer,
raptor and all the rest. I see nothing
amiss really; only mis-placed
vanity and unsound logic.
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I am satisfied by that,
and settle in to
watch.

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