Transposed in space

While space may be stretched thin here on earth, there is no limit to your mind, roaming free, eyes scanning distant stars, those infinite satellites of our dreams, our nature, our true cause…

The ancient eavesdropper

Night sky





   in cold


High above

   the moon

        our lunar

          light bulb





           white crater scars

          pass the hours in

weightless pause

Satellite junk


         through the bowels

       of the Milky Way

as sound bytes retire

               to an early grave

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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5 Responses to Transposed in space

  1. words4jp says:

    so beautiful – 🙂

    • Thank you, Kim! I hope you are starting to settle into your new home. Have a wonderful Friday and a relaxing (hopefully not moving or unpacking) weekend 🙂

      • words4jp says:

        moving done – unpacking and settling is not – but I have my slaves this weekend – of course the older one is still studying……….. 4 AP exams – geez. Oh and I have been told the Kentucky Derby is tomorrow – this means no slaves during the Running of the Roses! Pee has is made – a couch and doting brothers!

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