(2013)
13 March
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
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end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!