Sometimes the most wonderful things of all might seem to be accidental
Around my heart
A dormant loon is doubting
His rusty flying art
A burning moon is keeping
Earth on universal time
The edge of doom at high noon
Writes a sizzling rhyme
Blazing stars at death fall
Are spooling for a race
Meet at Mars to challenge
The moon's blind face
Milky way's womb all time-spent
Left a lighted room for mind
We swim emotion's ocean
In a school of our own kind.
Poetry by heterodynemind
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Written on 2010-01-01 at 17:32
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Circular Tune
A circular tune is orbitingAround my heart
A dormant loon is doubting
His rusty flying art
A burning moon is keeping
Earth on universal time
The edge of doom at high noon
Writes a sizzling rhyme
Blazing stars at death fall
Are spooling for a race
Meet at Mars to challenge
The moon's blind face
Milky way's womb all time-spent
Left a lighted room for mind
We swim emotion's ocean
In a school of our own kind.
Poetry by heterodynemind
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Written on 2010-01-01 at 17:32
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