The Shadow Of The Earth
I am looking into the midnight,
above Earth and beyond The Story,
imagining dreamed things,
not thinking and not existing,
not beginning and being erased.
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And the shadow of The Earth unfolds
- a velvet fan -
revealing The Moon, barren and alone,
like the discarded seed
you dropped in a black field.
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And the stars are specks of dust
glinting in the sleeves of sunshine,
slipping through the smudgy window
of your spare bedroom,
where the cat likes to sleep.
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I’m listening to the struggle for life,
on another side of The Universe
sometimes winning, or losing its mind
to the beauty ,
spinning on the arm of infinity.
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And you are all looking with me,
with our eyes and telescopes and hope.
At all the pictures and mistakes we made
and to the monkeys and the dogs,
and to The Maybe and The Perhaps.
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