Thursday, April 2, 2015

#2 : 299 792 458 m/s

a poem about the stars - providing information on myths associated as well as other salient information 

pursuit brings me no closer ....
Ptolemy defining my curse
as oath fellows fled France for place & peace
I chase the dogs of Venatici 
thru star clusters & motes 
transparent my travel
hemispheres bleed rhyme & reason 
occluding the seasons 
Cor Caroli 
Ursa Major 
love informes 
vacuumed existence 
to light my way home 

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