Filth of the Stars
Poetry about stars, physics, love, cosmology, romance and the strangeness of being alive.
10.19.2004
God is Dead Lenses
So smash the glass and climb through.
Some of us can see clearly,
but few of us can think clearly.
There are just too many
shades
.
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