The thing that sparkles wondrous,
with which you must not interfere,
avoiding wrath upon us--
It’s the black, sparkling wondrous,
frightened, midnight nebulous,
in its vast shroud you’ll disappear--
The thing that sparkles wondrous
take care never to interfere.
2.18.2013
stellar remnant
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The last thought struck me as a caution well worth listening to.. Lots of space debris falling out of the sky recently - and you turn it into poetry.
ReplyDeletewould you believe i wasn't even thinking about stuff falling from the sky when i wrote this? i decided i wanted to rhyme "wondrous" with "nebulous" and this is where that went. :)
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