Flight of the Moon

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Shimmering satellites
Sleep in an unwoken sky.
While primitive thought creeps
Through shattered streets.

Slithering dreams and unkempt memory
Disappear from sight.
Take to the wing.
When at dawn night withers and dies.

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Nearly Midnight

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Sickening images puncture the illusions of my dreams
They call it reality. Violence and destruction, as poisonous as it seems
And they call it progress. Raping foreign lands
To plant a flag and claim dominion over minerals buried in the sands.
And they call it evolution, to sift out what is living
Because where’s the profit; when a man in Hong Kong
Is willing to pay a million for a freshly harvested human heart.
They call it economics; cutting down the forests; tearing the Earth apart.

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Internal Combustion

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This engine power always
Fails me at the wrong time,
Just as I reach the hardest part of the climb.
When the destination is almost in sight,
Beyond the next incline, around the next bend.
So far, I have done everything right,
So it seems. I have come much farther than before, after all.
But still, here am I marooned so near to the end
When I have almost earned my reward. To see the place with the clearest view.

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Dark shadows, disembodied voices
Floating in the night,
This world beyond the window.

In fragments of modern art –
Bright lights and disappointment.
In search of answers

When there never was any meaning.
Just this spiralling deceit
Diverting us down one-way streets.

Twilight whispers
Spark tongues of flame.
Yet unaware, we stay the same.

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The Sun’s dalliance with the dark spaces
Is her slow dance with creation.
It is a sinuous exploration
Into the heart of a forgotten continent
Buried beneath the detritus of the past.
From the flotsam and jetsam
The wreck of winter, Spring
Emerges, a miracle from the dirt.

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Grey Cloud Fugue

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And the dark clouds roll across the sky.

It is beautiful, but it makes me want to die.

The beauty of those impenetrable clouds

That could swallow me whole like a funeral shroud.

Swaddle me in a mystery from which I could not escape.

Smother me in their motion, erase the memories of my fate.


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