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Pleiades seven maidens sigh, The sweeping, coruscating gown of stars, In stillness-rapt, the cosmos in collective gasp, At Atlas, his amalgamated bulk of last breath. ********* We breathe in the gown of ending, The snake tongues of our synapses Flicking out the decomposed praeludium For the saprobic stars to feed off the detritus of night.
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Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
The Modern Music of the Spheres
Pleiades seven maidens sigh, The sweeping, coruscating gown of stars, In stillness-rapt, the cosmos in collective gasp, At Atlas, his amalgamated bulk of last breath. ********* We breathe in the gown of ending, The snake tongues of our synapses Flicking out the decomposed praeludium For the saprobic stars to feed off the detritus of night.
The Pleiades were the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas and the Ocean nymph Pleione. The myth varies as to why Zeus transformed them into stars: either to honor them after killing themselves at their father’s burden or in helping them escape the advances of Orion.
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ChrisSaitta
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ChrisSaitta
55/M/Virginia
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
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