Tuesday, 31 December 1996 20:00
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1.
Atop the rolling hills of earth,
Beyond the pall of this pale blue dot,
My eyes can see across the millennia,
My voice raises up in joyous song.
2.
The bright crackle of the starlight
Refracting off the neural wetware
Crystallizes the metrical rime
Into synaptic showers of transluminal vision.
3.
I build starships vaster than pharaoh's dreams
To sail upon an infinite sea
And mark my words for eternity.
- 1997 -
Poetry Cycles -
Mars West