Exonerated from further studious enterprises,
heavy sighs release into the ionosphere,
reflecting the longing for a return to surprises;
a reintroduction to morphing Madness' fears.
Eclipsing Sol, Moon-faces begin to smile,
then laugh, while crippling the stellar waves.
Noonday night sets in for a while,
performing a daylight robbery of the hunter's slaves.
An inclination for the obsession expands
through neural pathways well-defined;
A repetitive suiting-up for harsh lands,
Long journeys into far cosmos, profoundly unkind.
[19:11|09.9.016] ©c.thom.carter
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