Filth of the Stars
Poetry about stars, physics, love, cosmology, romance and the strangeness of being alive.
lord, let us wake again with lofty plans,
they sink with the long stride,
the catapult mind, too eager for reward,
is slack jawed and blind with the ride
in the mental ward.
8/27/2009 06:31:00 pm
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