Camping Out | Mary Bone
You rolled up in your
ancestor’s cover,
hoping to stay warm in the night.
Your toes became uncovered.
Chill bumps popped up
as you looked up at the canopy
of stars.
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Lingtwisticks (A Cryptic Triptych) | Jim Bellamy
We are gathered here together
In this fair place
Where the stars shine down on each of us
And the moonlight beams for Eternity.
On se trouve, chacun de nous,
Dans cet endroit charmant ou la chaleur des e’toilles
Touche tout-le-monde
Et clair-de-lune brilles, infiniment.
SO WE GET TOGETHER HANGIN-N-CHILLIN
IN THIS WICKED SPACE-
SKYDUST SPILLIN ALLOVERUS
AN LUNALUSTRE LIGHTNIN IN PERPETUUM.
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