Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In all this massness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. Carl Sagan … [Read more]
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Sprechstimme Of Spring
A few feet from the front step once-loved crocus clumps grimly aspirate color -- once daring, now a spastic folly. Minister of the E.Evening I hang upon your every inflection hoping for unsought, perfect elegy (I was to have been her … [Read more]
