World-drops

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original poetry
with audio
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art by Commander Eve

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Outsides looking in,
the looking-glass lens.

Off-lidded lumens
star-crinkled by slendrous spins.

To stare into the molten core
uproarious, serene.
A galaxy of viewpoint-toroids
sat beneath the silken stream.

Of mystery, of magic eyes
whose sheen belays benev'lent sighs:
to rest beneath the bowered tome
of Kosmos, roamèd soul.

Reprise of fate and fantasy,
reflections of what cannot be—
elation-knotted tombs of lovers' hands
demanding symphonies be scoured.

From skimming-pool alive,
refracting lyrics writ by lies
yet what a fiction filled with bliss
subsumed by outsides looking in.

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    1 — "Deep Space"
    2 — "The Wonders of Space"
    3 — "Desert Planet"