--begins, shaping me--
A night begins shaping me.
Teaching shades of meaning
to dark solid shadows.
Air cools mussle shivers
retina spark with kalidascope --
open pictres from another world.
Endless lanes beneath alien constellations,
lined with statues
of other worlds divergent histories.
Peacful tales make no sale.
Language mathematics records
futurist myths.
Habitates circle the moon
rotate quick speak the year long poems
the bee hives dance.
Painted rainbows, ten thousand years
history.
End in strip mined maze of tranquility,
where under a dome of plexiglass
the first foot steps are preserved.
By: David E. Howerton
©[09/08/1990]
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