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April 16, 2012

The old motor growls and

with one horrendous inspiration,

it sucks, belches, and

swallows the glowing orb.

 

It gives a cough

and a dying wheeze.

The flywheel catches.

The compressor stops.

Darkness falls like a heavy

blanket of sky, while silence

spans the night

like an iron bridge.

 

I have reason now,

to stop and ponder,

to philosophize and

take this home with me

like any other strange story.

Boy chases dog.

UFO captures alien.

Machine eats Moon.

 

But there is more here:

This is opportunity,

this is myth unfolding.

For this I don't need light.

I don't need philosophy.