Sunday, December 09, 2012

Such It Is!

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What if Earth and Mars contrived... to meet in space and coincide
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...Closer does that red dot loom! The bigger dot's the nearer doom! Too soon?  ...That planet makes arrival, and we are lost.  Beyond survival!
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Witnesses know hypertension as Mars provokes their apprehension.  ...This is in the written record, persons saw this thing conjectured... when planets dance a sweeping turn—provoking terror—stomachs churn...
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...You stare aghast at flaring skies to see the moons of Mars describe... ...an arc that drags them through your air to swirl burning clouds up there!
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"Horns" these grow, or "beards" they have, with "hair" or "arms" or "hands" to grab! These smash your walls and raze your cities; nature frowns, enragedno pity!
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Moons of fury! Roundhouse swings! Winds a flurry—shrieks and screams: these savage hapless Earth—decrescence*—as gods who'd teach the harsher lessons.
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See, massive bolides in the sky will make their "dangerous dance"—we die! ...And bad enough they swing to miss us, if a punch should land to kiss us, we would cease to even beour atoms scattered far and free!
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Forget the moons, and think attraction. Remember "tides"our moon in action? Mars would pull the seas so high they'd scrape the clouds from starless skies! Tidal waves, some miles tall, would wash the planet pole to pole! This pull of all that gravitation raises water's aggravationsmashing up (with shocking force!) our puny buildings... down, perforce!
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...Cheek by jowl our bones would molder, death would rot in mountains—bolder... ...That which lived: now cubic miles of heaped up dead-fall—death in piles.  Hummingbirds and tiger's paws are mixed with shattered human's jaws, then pounded to a carbon slurry... whisked away by water's fury!
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Forget the water, what of EARTH? It's moving like the water, WORSE: ...along with water's crushing force it hoards electrons—but of course. The Lightning is impressive—grand—if cloud to cloud or cloud to land. Its bolt is HUGE just "Earth confined"; it shatters hills and strikes one blind!
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This is NOTHING when compared what's passed between the planets, shared—where bolts become the spears of Zeus, and miles THICK... these bolts cut loose! Its smallest ZAP would dwarf the canyon we have labeled "Grand," companion! Fire breathing, mad, and sacking, it's a twisting—churning—*dragon*... existing down to present day... and echoing old legends made...
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Forget the lighting, mere *influence* turns the POLES to new congruence! The Earth's thin crust is wrenched quite loose and continents are bashed—abused—to take new form, are rearranged, and shredded in a blenderbraised!
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What was frozen, blisters—STEAMS (!) in hot hell-fire: shrieks and screams! What was tropic harbors glaciers, scraped down clean—it's God's erasure!  Burning naphtha rains from skies that churn with madness undefined, and Earth's afire—carbon black—absorbs the heat ... but cold comes back!
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Those perceiving huge events are scarred beyond their scared consent...
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Burnt into their hollow souls how well they know these words as told...
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The suffering—it's so intense—the blood is ink for lines they'd writ, and all the horror of those days is written into parts we play... we are hanging by a thread... a sword of Damocles... ...all threat.  We but tool our thoughtlessness to push these thoughts away repressed...
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Though, pity those who've watched the planets spin too close and touch—God damn it!
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These are sights one shouldn't see!! They stun and shock, too harsh to BE! These are "Worlds In Collision." These comprise profane religions.
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This is more than mere contusion. This is cosmic mass confusion. This is more than can be borne, to be impaled on nature's horn, but such it IS as world's clash, their air afiretheir waters crash!
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Such it is to SEE worlds race, and shred themselves in HARSH embrace! Such it is in "Earth's Upheaval"—slaughtered piles of critters/people, thrown up in these massive banks of ruined flesh to rot and stink.
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Past is future, mixed as one, precluding fate... which comes undone: destiny, in shades of gray, dissolves all futures cast that day.
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When at last we're all struck down, when every smile becomes a frown, will we recall we had a chance avoiding, then, disaster's dance?
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Imbued, perhaps, our very genes, themselves, are left to keep lost dreams.


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...But never—no never! ...Never to shining and shiny "Man," the jewel in the crown of God's creation! Cosmic destruction is, of course, beneath ourselves?  Besides... the shiny shine alluded to may be the glare of cosmic stage lights on flop sweat...

Har... no pride at the fall.  I only hope I have the time and the fortitude to hoist the pointy salute of the "junior bird-man" in the face of that looming doom!  Remains we could have had a lifeboat on the moon; we thought it safe to have all our eggs in one basket...

On another subject, be sure to check the above illustration for this one closely. Is there something in there you missed? There is something similar in many of my illustrations. Though, invariably un-noticed. I don't mind. They're subtle.  Only, they might be what you need to see, eh?

It occurred to me that, just perhaps... I should tell, not where they're at... no, never then just what and where... Just that something's lurking there.

Left click the illustration, remember, for the big picture.

Tune in next time, won't you, for some discussion on the *difference* between science and the ubiquitously intrepid scientist.  Be warned.  Pride does go before the fall.

Restore John Ford.

*The opposite of concrescence

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