Our sky is then and endless, A stretch of blue day And a limitless reach Into overwhelming history Among the shimmering winks Of forgotten suns. Our Earth is now and finite, A patch of brown Swallowed in triumphant aquamarine And stamped by The footfalls, fumbles and foibles Of topspun today; The homogenous now Of letters […]
Read MoreThe limitless game, bred from legions of craned necks, would have this mean something. Have the stark interplay of tangled shadows suggest destiny, breathing, the reach for something untouchable yet forever enticing. Looking for meaning from the sky haunts the sullen and inspires the joyous; yet it’s the flaked shavings of science, excess on the […]
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