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We gaze upon the vastnesses
of a starry, starry night...
of a starry, starry night...
see washed out points of light-polluted
... symbols... of our fright.
... symbols... of our fright.
Then, sensing but a fraction
of the vastness truly there,
of the vastness truly there,
we pray its existential-ness
won't put us to its dare!
won't put us to its dare!
Though, proceed into that "darker" space!
Why, your fraction's even smaller,
despite (because!) you're seeing more?
...Enigma growing taller!*
...Enigma growing taller!*
That "space" is huge, immense, unknown.
Its girth is ever larger.
Its length and breadth accelerate,
and it's not a disobliger.
and it's not a disobliger.
Space, plus time and surface area!
A wealth of all potential!
A wealth of what's required
for the human existential.
The lesson is: no limits...
...for the perspicacious mind!
...for the perspicacious mind!
The individual's paramount,
and SHALL NOT BE CONFINED!
It's there are found perspectives
...of a billion trillion ids!
If you've thought it?
It has happened, friend,
It has happened, friend,
and has happened, as it did!
...And much, much more WILL happen
than is thought of in those minds
who'd inhabit our shared multi-verse...
quickened hugeness—hoary time!
There is darkness which transcends Heer TЯUMP...
or Hitler—even Stalin!
There are miseries undreamed of
in the foulness of the fallen.
in the foulness of the fallen.
Despair so thick it runs in veins
of toxic waste it dreams
of toxic waste it dreams
...reflecting all the misery
of shrieks and moaning screams...
of shrieks and moaning screams...
...But balance is equality
so "the inverse" also happens!
There is truth and light
and sun washed right
to complement its lesson.
There's the loving scent
of leaves of grass
on a million peaceful worlds,
a touch of silk
—so cobweb sheer—
on healthy frames unfurls.
Unclouded and so unafraid...
never "screwing for percentage,"
they are living, laughing, loving,
and they know their sweet advantage.
so "the inverse" also happens!
There is truth and light
and sun washed right
to complement its lesson.
There's the loving scent
of leaves of grass
on a million peaceful worlds,
a touch of silk
—so cobweb sheer—
on healthy frames unfurls.
Unclouded and so unafraid...
never "screwing for percentage,"
they are living, laughing, loving,
and they know their sweet advantage.
Like it's fiction in a "Star Trek,"
or a "Star Wars"? Love abides.
This means: feeling good is honored
when it's felt with humble pride.
This means looking out to see new works
as lasting... without sin!
This means achieving all their dreams
AND satisfactions found therein!
or a "Star Wars"? Love abides.
This means: feeling good is honored
when it's felt with humble pride.
This means looking out to see new works
as lasting... without sin!
This means achieving all their dreams
AND satisfactions found therein!
See, here's breathing free with honor
in a world they help build.
There's completeness
for that *spot* within...
you love it when it's filled!
They respect the individual,
the key to their success!
So, they live in lucent Edens
they'd construct, but I digress...
in a world they help build.
There's completeness
for that *spot* within...
you love it when it's filled!
They respect the individual,
the key to their success!
So, they live in lucent Edens
they'd construct, but I digress...
You're Garibaldi, something like him, living lives of looming failure; you're his "Captain" taking sacrifice to task... ...Anything can happen on a million billion worlds! Dr. Drake can only tell you 'cause he'd ask.
...And Drake's more than just a WAG, my friend;
he's conservative as hell;
he is science très myopic...
...but he's got a tale to tell.
See, he qualifies veracity
that *others* do exist,
could watch us span potential ...
watch as some of us resist...
...Could be looking from the shadows
some avoid in abject fear...
... go beyond that jealous envelope
one maintains and labels: "queer."
he is science très myopic...
...but he's got a tale to tell.
See, he qualifies veracity
that *others* do exist,
could watch us span potential ...
watch as some of us resist...
...Could be looking from the shadows
some avoid in abject fear...
... go beyond that jealous envelope
one maintains and labels: "queer."
We profit from our darknesses?
We hasten from the light?
We live our short depressing lives
in disrespecting spite?
Earth is but a point in space...
and cursed with infestation?
A cancer rages in her flesh;
it's humankind's gestation?
Those self-aware must wonder...
"...will we meet our test"?
Will we wallow in our toxic filth
or rise to be our best?
We hasten from the light?
We live our short depressing lives
in disrespecting spite?
Earth is but a point in space...
and cursed with infestation?
A cancer rages in her flesh;
it's humankind's gestation?
Those self-aware must wonder...
"...will we meet our test"?
Will we wallow in our toxic filth
or rise to be our best?
Will we screw for best percentage,
though, like Ms. Ripley once observed,
and grind ourselves beneath our heel
unrepentant... undeterred?
Or will we work to meet these *others*,
grok a history "handed down,"
though it crumble proud foundations
of old systems non-profound?
though, like Ms. Ripley once observed,
and grind ourselves beneath our heel
unrepentant... undeterred?
Or will we work to meet these *others*,
grok a history "handed down,"
though it crumble proud foundations
of old systems non-profound?
I'd like to think we're brave enough
to face our craven monsters,
though these monsters be ourselves,
any chance... we must not squander.
We are poets, not pretenders,
we are languages of paint,
we are writers and we're song-smiths...
we'd aspire to the saints!
to face our craven monsters,
though these monsters be ourselves,
any chance... we must not squander.
We are poets, not pretenders,
we are languages of paint,
we are writers and we're song-smiths...
we'd aspire to the saints!
- lehmberg2002@gmail.com
- www.AlienView.net
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*The bigger the "fire" is built, the more the "darkness" is revealed. This writer suspects that's a good thing.
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