The Last

 

The

last

snowfall

of

winter

 

will

fade

to

reveal

what

was

always

there,

 

the

first

snowfall

to

last

all

winter.

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    Where Else Can Man Fly

 

Suspended by our nighttime thoughts,

the moon was a target

between the edges of our mind,

seeing it sparked

the first stage of our journey,

imagination energized the rest;

 

so the future was born in lunacy,

so what,

where else can man fly,

and to that moon,

that’s not made of cheese,

yet nourishing

what’s inside,

our mind’s eye.

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