AT THE MT. PALOMAR OBSERVATORY
Consignments of goodness are not
enough for the Heavens : things
not held in place simply fall. Yet.
Yet we insist on fixed and in place.
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Concepts worth nothing in the end.
Terms and words which dangle. in
space, like planets. Rippling waves
of stars, imagined mythic figures
in the middle, each, of doing
something separate from living.
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If we were still primitive, they'd
yet be in our hearts and minds.
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