At dusk –
Embracing the old
Ravished, through millennia of cold
Is the debt of dreams
From future, past extremes
Slowing down
To a variation
Of theme.
Parabolica
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Arcsec 17
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Trapezium clusters
In parallel ways
Deliver its message
Through –
Molecular phase.
Dominous
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Silhouette swivels
And dark cosmic clouds
Release ultraviolet whispers
A warning –
To its shroud.
Atheopia
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Calm. Serene
The lion lay –
Waiting. Inside
Its solarized ray.
Tepid. Angry
With indifference razed –
Fierce. And challenged
And never fazed.
Cooley. Cautious
And deftly feared –
Almost silent
When its power reared.
Prepared. And ready
To encounter rage –
Enveloping everything
On its worldly stage.
Hat Tip: W. Hamilton – “On a Lion Enraged at Seeing a Lad in the Highland Dress”
Ruptured
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Creatures of fancy
Preachers of slight
Creep into consciousness
Deep –
Into night.
Skierniewice
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The depth of an eye
The breadth of the storm
Carve dark and deep rivers –
Into a soul searching,
Swarm.
Arietis
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Darkened skies
Shining through
Simply asking,
Who, are you?
Dynamic
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Charging its way through
Is a not so subtle view
Staying true –
To its wonder
Of beauty
In you.
Designation R
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A silence deep in glowing caves
Is never quite alone
It wonders in its quiet waves
To race and run from home.
Its spirts shine within the deep
To find a common stare
It shields us from a truth so steep
For how we see unfair.
Our deepest threat, our deepest care,
Is unique at each owns grave
Our silent screams are muted there,
Where fate, outruns, its wave.
Hat Tip: “The Ocean” by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nebulosity
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eyes
futher more
surfaced in reflecting gloss –
just beneath
just as real,
as though
a drop
fell full,
into a glass
turning
stretching
into a mix
of color –
lost in its intensity
it’s life and the pain
that draws our beauty out.