Thousands swirl
sending signals,
garbled-voices taking pictures,
criss-crossing above us,
jockeying for position.
In our efforts
to rule the universe,
we've even junked up space,
it's a wonder
we can still
see the sun & blue skies,
or the face of the moon
between the stars.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Thousands swirl
sending signals,
garbled-voices taking pictures,
criss-crossing above us,
jockeying for position.
In our efforts
to rule the universe,
we've even junked up space,
it's a wonder
we can still
see the sun & blue skies,
or the face of the moon
between the stars.
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