Oct 302013
 
Fire lurches our stomachs light at launch at once
Until a fine needle-seed lifts on a vine of smoke,
A beanstalk thrown to the black round of Cosmos Come
Where the hard stars glitter laughing in their endless cloak;
We obey the rich allure that had Columbus sail,
Split the seas and read Fate's sandy braille.

Now cold Earth rolls docile at my helmet's white brim,
Eternal blue below, and marbled here and there,
Full of unnumbered peoples both glad and grim,
Observant and atheist held in a single prayer
Turning out of the sun and into the sun, just
Above the inconsequential moon's dust crust. 

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