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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.19.12.5133]] |
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Easy amble, inky canvas; three dimensional sabbatical; nocturnae, glimmer, reach; Here's where disembodied recreation, querida; 'tis paradise no clothmen can teach. Swim in the nothingness of all known, wave arms in angelstrokes, breathe nebulae; Stars are little fires in the eternalate forestry; wispy waves guiding along your way. Over the shoulder of your memories see the planetbound, envygreen, blues asoul, What would anyone trade for a moment to transcend imagination through a patrol? Harbour in the bosom of the vast gape; platinum supernovum, golden galactic hair, Skirt the edges of a constellation in your spare time; hail to Cassiopeia, maidenfair. Steal jewel, belt of Orion, hunt down the Dog Star, wrestle Ursa Major, Cetus feast, Let me separate yon Gemini with Jupiter hand to tame of Pegasus escaping to East. Silver; shimmer in pulsaration, let me hear fable of nobility told by navigators asea, Something out there beckons, challenges to seize; curse mortal hands, not fail me. In mind's connection to the cosmos I gaze upon a sheath of boundaria; hold me in? So bold to afterburner past the adamantine fleshwalls may I know where we begin? Demand, supply; want to know it all, do I, told no access, keys occupy higher chain, And to what, to wit, to wait here impatient, impertinent whilst the questions remain? I say to you, I know you can hear, for you've an infinitarium ear, my choice, arrive; I'll not be set adrift mixed into your eternatural sift lest ye reward my intrepid drive. |