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[title] => Explorers of the Cosmos
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[hometext] => Ive never seen the key of C, but I do believe it exists.
[bodytext] => Secret sounds that I can’t hear, and colors I cant see; Forces uncontrollable like time and gravity, That cant be weighed or heard, or seen or even felt or touched. They tell me they will soon control. I doubt that very much. The cosmos doesnt measure, only man needs clocks. She doesn’t hide her treasures, nor guard her gifts with locks! She has no fear, no far or near, no start, no end, no soul. Shes just one swirling entity, awesome to behold. And you and I are fragments. Chips that fell from stars. Witnessing perfection. Wanting whats not ours. Probing at her galaxy, digging up her seeds, mindful that her answers could bring us to our knees! All that marks her passage are illusions in a sea, of vast unknowns she hasn’t shown that we must trust to be. Disasters are her specialty whenever she finds need: for taking out her garbage, or pulling up the weeds. A groupie at her fence am I, peeking through the knot. Content to learn what she in turn no doubt has long forgot. Upon her stage the lightning rages, great volcanos thunder! Whose power could deliver us, or merely plow us under! Pray lets tiptoe carefully while shes content to know us. Walking over dinosaurs whose bones lie just below us. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 88 [topic] => 27 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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