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right-angle shadows on the moon

right-angle shadows on the moon

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before the multiverse

occurred

the universe is infinite

all possibilities

here

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there might be variations

upon our everything

slipped

through dimensions

frosting on creators’ cakes

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a calculator without ending

solving pi

a Rubik’s cube offered of

galactic proportions

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the other side of black holes

is an upside-down that we get used to

once we’re there

where Amelia Earhart

and the crew of the Mary Celeste

found solace

in their time

and what is time

when only numbered four or five

in a mult-dimensional count?

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here we have questions

there

there are the answers if

upside-down

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go far enough

to find the portals

to what

might be

the multi-elsewheres

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20 july 1969

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photo by nasa on unsplash

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By and By

(x = space)

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By and By

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The circle won’t be broken

Let’s say again

Let’s sing again

Let’s dance again

Wonderful rings

That only break

To let someone in

Newcomers

Those returned

From the field

One kind or another

Outside there is potluck

Everyone bring

Something

While without doubt

Those without

Are so very, very welcome

Honey, too

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You take my hand

And come along

All are welcome

Don’t worry about

That other thing for now

If you’re tired,

Rest first

Hungry, thirsty

Take care of that

We’ll be watching over you

Like angels from

The other song

Our circle is strong

We get the idea from the sun

And moon

And heaven

Heaven knows

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God there

God here

Welcome, child

No, we do not care

About that

Come as you are

Heh-heh

Come eat

Come drink

Come dance

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Photo by Bryan Goff on Unsplash

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Animated

(x = space)

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Animated

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I imagine a cartoon globe,

The kind of old cartoon

Like old Popeyes or old Mickeys,

A cartoon Earth

Sending explosions into space: from

South Africa,

Afghanistan, Yemen

Cuba, Haiti,

And from certain places in

The USA

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Maybe there are soldiers

(now we’re talking cels

for newsreels)

Marching through this cartoon

In perfect lock-step,

And maybe rockets are fired

With animated

Accuracy

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And maybe the moon

Looks down with tears

As parts of Earth

Burn up,

The tears maybe cartoon-falling

From the face

On the fires

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jah$tar printed graphics for animation. ammo stilo. grounded media. May, 2021.

Photo by Matt Moloney on Unsplash

Philly, PA, USA

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Practical Lack of Magic

(x = space)

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Practical Lack of Magic

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I am tired

With a blanket ‘round me

Wishing for

Some writing

That would serve

The quiet, sobbing Earth

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The moon

And Mars

That shake for prospects,

Having heard

That we are coming

With agendas

And mechanical persistence

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The moon’s already scarred

Not that we

Shouldn’t go

But have a care

At least

For places that so far

Have gone untouched

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Mystery

Romance of the unknown

Once resolved,

What we will see

When look up

Is practical

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Photo by Forest Katsch on Unsplash

South Padre Island, TX, USA

Starship SN8 lifts off from SpaceX’s South Texas facility in Cameron County.

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Antecedents

(x = space)

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Antecedents

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I told my students,

Not so many pronouns

Making sure the subject is at hand

And it agrees

Not for the writer’s sake

But for mine

And any readers—

Say, a boss

Or those who must approve

The presentation with

The recommendation

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Yet here I am, often

Making a mystery of it

I want you to work a little

Sorry

To track the subjects

And to understand

How often they are intertwined,

And that’s real

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We have antecedents, too

Those who came before

And sometimes it’s a mystery

That we work out

With records and with words

To have something

Of a story

The genealogists with

Wisdom

And best-guessing

Giving answers so the rest of us move

On in the present

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Where we come from

Is Earth

In a gorge that was a garden

In a crescent

By three rivers

It’s a story and a good one

Whether Genesis or

The Silmarillion

Or Gilgamesh or

Theogony (when he believed)

Or Metamorphoses (when he did not)

Or the God

Who placed a hand down from the sky

To Earth

To spread the plains and, around the edges,

All the mountains

Or one who came up from below

Closer to the ground

And loving it

Did make mortals when going below

Was needed

To sort out all the hot things there

(I made this last one up)

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But all (real) depictions

Seem to contain a fall

Divinity or demons

Or our bad choices

They all live with us

(divinity, demons, choices)

Not only for the Calvinists

But as a reason

For the failures in a day

In an hour of time

Under the sun

Or in the argent light of moon

Wherever we trip,

Try to right ourselves

To dance again

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Photo by Matt Nelson on Unsplash

Vonore, United States

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There and There

There and There

(and back again)

 

The moon is blue

The sky beyond is bluer

I wish I knew a torchy song to sing

Something that might work

In a film noir

Or at the halfway point

In a musical revue

 

But in a time of hobbits and

Of elves, this night might

Be converted into singing,

Storytelling of another kind

With fires sparked

By magic and with other, eldritch lights,

With fire in the eyes

Of those who trill laments

Of epic heroes lost so long ago

 

But, sigh,

We are in the backyard

On some chairs,

Cast-off lumber from a project

In the pit

And there are sticks

For cooking marshmallows

And maybe we don’t sing

Except for little choruses, here and

There

 

With no lament except

Too soon we will have eaten,

The fire will have mostly

Died, our extinguishing the rest

The best next thing we’ll do

Is sleep

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Holger Link on Unsplash

Fire Pit

 

Microcosmic

Microcosmic

(9/14/19)

 

I didn’t see the micro-moon

Last night

I think it was too small

I think it was bounced around

The points of stars

Like the silver ball

In an arcade machine

A comet might have caught it

With its tail

And shooed it to

Another side of night

 

Perhaps the Milky Way gave way

To make a berth of its fluidity

For a small moon to rest

Off the path

 

The moon must rule at night

That is a cosmic dictum

But every now and then

(it takes an apogee)

There is a smaller size

And there is room among the lesser

Lights

A greater sky-democracy

That gets everything up there

To partner up to grace

‘Round and as

All the spheres

 

It was cloudy haze and haze of clouds

But it was fun to think another night

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by esudroff from Pixabay

 

relative sky

relative sky

 

moonrise

Earthrise

sunrise, of course

stars rise

many in constellations

one extremity after

the other

sword point

cup rim

crown

the other rises, too

all the rest

stars that form in different names

elsewhere

 

fifty years

I saw the landing

and the steps

on a black-and-white TV

which I doubt made much difference

than for our neighbors who had color

maybe I missed the red and blue

in the stiff flag

that looked to wave when

the astronaut shook it

 

I wondered about Collins

all alone up there, still

seventy miles above

I trust they talked with him a lot

kept two conversations going

with the LEM and the command module

with Houston and the others

who took part

maybe one big talk

 

keep talking, everyone

whatever your horizon

for a time, at least

we’re all friends here

 

C L Couch

 

 

Temple of Apollo at Delphi, Greece

Patar knight – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7023940

 

Wishful

Wishful

 

The moon is out there somewhere

Sailing ‘round the Earth

We are here, wishing we could go

 

Sign up for a lunar voyage

Take a chance among the stars

Maybe nothing

Maybe treasure

Worth it, we think

Earthbound

 

C L Couch

 

 

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