The astronaut devices
forever into
over powering
knives of a thousand chefs
Cannot see the light
only smothers
holds on tight
If ever there was a power
big as
couldn't be
To hide in the darkness that engulfs
Sit and stare at the bright light
beckons but does not warm
Alpha and Omega
caress a droopy finger
Says a goodbye
does not ever return the favor
In the still of the night
come alive
the creamy lumen tendils
off the back of an electric eel
like cords tethered to space man floating
Flowering imbeciles engross
every pore
6/18/09
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