Poems
Howling Proto-Sapiens,
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic ...
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic ...
We wander,
Shining bright as stars,
Down roads tossed,
by wind and storm.
The cavalry has come,
threw blinding lights,
of past and future,
traveling portals
Time is not linier,
a dizzying thought,
to those who have,
never travele...
Shining bright as stars,
Down roads tossed,
by wind and storm.
The cavalry has come,
threw blinding lights,
of past and future,
traveling portals
Time is not linier,
a dizzying thought,
to those who have,
never travele...
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