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we're almost home.
two black holes did a dance in the sun
one bent
one bent
wingtip to x^2, he's a gate to the other side of
velocity: I am an exponent of
angel stretch your arms; portal wide, she's a door to the heavens. angel get your fusion drive and fly. if it was just a dream, I'd be here. you'd be waiting in the hall with lights all around; nothing can stop the vast of space. not tonight.
she's slow, like an orchestra of stars.
he's leaving home for the first time.
finally... she sleeps like a softly failing snow, like a silver ship in the coronaflare. for the last time, this trail leads through the forever, it's a string of atoms - it's comfort in the smallest. get up and dance, we're almost home.
--shockwave--
a fragile planet - the seaspray never meant to leave you thirsty, it's vineyards never meant to co-produce. now she's alone, the branches of her many trees wave goodbye. now the surf thunders - her empty oceans sigh. now... she gives you the last of her air.
you miss her, don't you? you miss the smell of the springtime and the warmth of a southern breeze;sunlight
you miss the longsuffering
(metal deck)
she's slow, like an orchestra of stars.
he's leaving home for the first time.
© 2002 jesse michael renaud