My Cardboard Box


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In time men alone in aluminum cloaks
Descend the neutron ladder,
And move in a sleet of particles
Too scintillating for instruments to record.

In time men in groups descend
Through the smoke of the universe,
To tend the embers, imprison flame.
Their cascading dance sparkles,

We taste… the afterimage of events.
Below us, pale and silent,
The plutonium leaves arabesque
Through radiant silences of solid helium.
Gerard Van derLueuen


Written by PappyBro

July 21, 2011 at 17:51

Posted in Musings, Uncategorized

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