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Pale Blue Dot

Today I saw a pale blue dot
from Voyager

It was photograph taken about
1990 in December

The picture was of a planet
with which we've all become familiar

And even though it was small
barely visible

It was beautiful

A bright pale blue dot
for you
for me


I picture the Voyager spacecraft
alone in the dark

Listening to the Beach Boys
and dreaming of a naked cowgirl

Floating across the ceiling

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Beyond The Horizon

My eyes are weak
the light brings endless transition
shadows and puppies
spin in the distance

I cannot see
if the world before me
is real

There is no measure
no sense of distance
You can be close
or far

I reach to your memory
and my hand touches thin air

My heart fades
each beat measured

One day my heart will stop
and play its final beat

One day I will go beyond
the things I cannot see

I suspect
even though I do not know
that day

Will be a day where I can be still
The people that have never been able to look me in the eye
Will stare
as do all

It might be a cool gray day
or heat
and sunshine

I am sure they will say
that darkness follows night

But I will see
a flash of light

and move in silence
beyond all horizon

Until then
If it's okay with you

The remote control is mine.

The Horizon

It is not so difficult to imagine
that a man can talk to shadows

Foras he nodded nearly napping
when silently there came a tapping
gently as if a rapping
rapping upon his chamber door

Edgar Allen Poe and a black raven
had a conversation
about a woman named Lenore

It's not hard to understand
that a man
can fall into an event horizon
defined by a woman
carried by her form
her shape and smell

We have all been to Paris
at some point
and remember
recent or far distant
the sound and feel of places that are alive

We can all belong to something
greater than ourselves

It doesn't have to be anything that makes sense

A soldier carries a picture of his sweetheart into war
A man who lost his female dog calls the new boy pup her
A priest kisses the statue of the blessed mother
A man caresses the metal of his beautiful old car
The assassin polishes his thirty odd six
The doctor remembers the names of the kids

he delivered
fifty years ago

All of us know the moment
our heart broke
for the f…

Streets of Philadelphia

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.
I was unrecognizable to myself.
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face.
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away
On the Streets of Philadelphia.

I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone,
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,
At night I could hear the blood in my veins,
Black and whispering as the rain,
On the Streets of Philadelphia.

Ain't no angel gonna greet me.
It's just you and I my friend.
My clothes don't fit me no more,
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin.

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake,
I can feel myself fading away,
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the Streets of Philadelphia