| Walk with me, o tart night breeze. Surf with me through galaxies. North Star shines as Jupiter rules, Shooting stars look out for duels, Hold that view � don�t lower your gaze, Lasso your wish round Milky Ways. Falling balls of cosmic fire Satellites tickle infinity's desire Endlessly collecting data Bibles, Scrolls or Mahabharata, (Words bore us, so banal and trite) Compared to moonlit treks of flight. October 17/2000 |
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