Wonderful
Early dawn to the southeast, close to the face of the moon, it brightly shone. A sattelite. High in the sky a reflection. The copper luster of a sleepy sun as it rolls to and stirs the cool floral fragrance of the earth. I stood still. Check it's track. An unknown trajectory in pursuit of some unknown objective. At least unknown to me. It seemed not to move. Odd. I thought. Not more of a thought at the end of the my day.
Silly premise, in the southeast sky Mars the closest to the Earth in fifty thousand years, for Louis Rukeyser's Wall Street Week opening monologue. A dry droll delivery of red ink dribbled away. I sunk. Dove the depth of this sea. Search for feel of this flow. A current need for change and make no secret. I'll start from here.
Early dawn to the southeast, close to the face of the moon, it brightly shone. A sattelite. High in the sky a reflection. The copper luster of a sleepy sun as it rolls to and stirs the cool floral fragrance of the earth. I stood still. Check it's track. An unknown trajectory in pursuit of some unknown objective. At least unknown to me. It seemed not to move. Odd. I thought. Not more of a thought at the end of the my day.
Silly premise, in the southeast sky Mars the closest to the Earth in fifty thousand years, for Louis Rukeyser's Wall Street Week opening monologue. A dry droll delivery of red ink dribbled away. I sunk. Dove the depth of this sea. Search for feel of this flow. A current need for change and make no secret. I'll start from here.