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I grow so weary of the same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old crap.

© Chagall 2016

Stars are formed in clouds
Of gas and dust, nebulae
Nuclear at core

Stars provide enough
Energy brightly for years
The exact lifetime

We are born of stars
So proud until we pulsar
When fusion ceases

Eons erase hope
What once would light forever
Turns to gamma ray

Pridefully suns sear
Hot too fast, too self-consumed
No cheeks yet to burn

Godspeed is lightspeed
We see until we are blind
Not invisible

We are dark matter
More of us than meets the eye
Feel our gravity?

Ripped seams in space-time
Blessed beings emerge headfirst
The dead prefer breach

Nothing left to burn
Suns die everyday out here
To leave voids of love

Massive cores collapse
Passages to yesterday
Bridges to Other

When stars burn cooler
Life has opportunity
Everywhere blue worlds

The scent of Goddess
Permeates all creation
Sweet salinity

© Chagall 2016

Stars are formed in clouds
Of gas and dust, nebulae
Nuclear at core

Stars provide enough
Energy brightly for years
The exact lifetime

We are born of stars
So proud until we pulsar
When fusion ceases

Eons erase hope
What once would light forever
Turns to gamma ray

Pridefully suns sear
Hot too fast, too self-consumed
No cheeks yet to burn

Godspeed is lightspeed
We see until we are blind
Not invisible

We are dark matter
More of us than meets the eye
Feel our gravity?

Ripped seams in space-time
Blessed beings emerge headfirst
The dead prefer breach

Nothing left to burn
Suns die everyday out here
To leave voids of love

Massive cores collapse
Passages to yesterday
Bridges to Other

© Chagall 2016

Not Special At All

My pen appears happier
today to trace old lines,
worn-out niceties seemingly
inspired, but merely sophomoric,
a glimpse of infinity proffered
to none but the many.

I yearn to be
amid the few.

© Chagall 2016

See: Adore

To love her is so precisely
weightless.

© Chagall 2016

For Daphne

At the seam of the mist
she dances on shard.

The hurricane redoubles, whipped glass,
her lamp splays across the crag,
barefoot maniacal, strands of
soaked being, where sea becomes storm.

She brighter than the lightning
failing to illuminate her moment aflame.

The air is filled with
the howling song of massive woodwinds.

Perhaps calliopes
she whispers.

© Chagall 2016

1st 8 for wordcoaster

Stars are formed in clouds
Of gas and dust, nebulae
Nuclear at core

Stars provide enough
Energy brightly for years
The exact lifetime

We are born of stars
So proud until we pulsar
When fusion ceases

Eons erase hope
What once would light forever
Turns to gamma ray

Pridefully suns sear
Hot too fast, too self-consumed
No cheeks yet to burn

Godspeed is lightspeed
We see until we are blind
Not invisible

We are dark matter
More of us than meets the eye
Feel our gravity?

Ripped seams in space-time
Blessed beings emerge headfirst
The dead prefer breach

© Chagall 2016

1st Six for wordcoaster

Stars are formed in clouds
Of gas and dust, nebulae
Nuclear at core

Stars provide enough
Energy brightly for years
The exact lifetime

We are born of stars
So proud until we pulsar
When fusion ceases

Eons erase hope
What once would light forever
Turns to gamma ray

Pridefully suns sear
Hot too fast, too self-consumed
No cheeks yet to burn

Godspeed is lightspeed
We see until we are blind
Not invisible

© Chagall 2016

Etymologists study
the origin of entomologist
entirely on their own, unapologetically.
It’s on more lists than anybody thought.

© Chagall 2016

Duality

Sometimes the monkey on your back is
right there in front of your face.

© Chagall 2016

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