Destiny


Ozian moons – that hover over dark viridian planets
moving in slow gestures around a seething sun
in Orion's gleaming belt,
a belt with a sword that always elects my meeting with nights,
a hunter that follows me
every time I refind myself in late twilight,
– turn my final days like fiends heart felt.
The intensity will not lie down and be
what pure physics demands.
I will not.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-01-04 at 00:24

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melanie sue
love the descriptive imagery-
last line is killer
2009-01-04


Rob Graber
Orion dominates the nothern winter sky, but the stars don't dominate us. Enjoyable and inspiring text!
2009-01-04