MORNING ON ANOTHER PLANET
TIME MEANS NOTHING HERE(Gravity
less
There is both silence and celestial
sounds
Debris from rockets falls like rain
/pockmarking dust
Always heat ,Light,explosions in huge
symphonic movements
Leaps of
Mandelbrots.Stars,comets,meteorites spin madly
spiraling past faster than sight.Know
them micro and macro /scopic
Mighty worlds on the head of a pin.Tiny
microcosms larger than solar systems
You return in a different worm
hole.Arrive before you were born.Attempt to speak
yet the articulation of wonder
sleeps.How can you describe your flying dreams?
Each night one million moons,faces
turned towards one hundred suns.
You have not enough lives to count
components of evolving consciousness.
Expanding frontiers fall to closed
systems in your Atlantis/Lemuria islands.
Pyramids remain,yet they lose power and
alignment.
Scars on the landscape tell stories
before Bibles.
You open your eyes to sing,but your eyes
are butterflies
flapping winged away from your canyon
mouth,struck dumb with praise.
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