REFLECTIONS ON
Time was Man could see : light of
the Moon shining down through
the trees, strange shadows along a
wolfpath at night. The forest was
folded and ribbed, saddled to ride
with dimension and flourish. By the
light of the silvery Moon. Today's
standards, so much dimmer, we
lick two stamps, not even, and send
things on their way. Oh marvelous
Earth, I have married you for your
change and dimension. Or then
again have I not?
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