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May 2014
Eyes grace the celestial mechanics that
scatter our skies with glittering objects
alive with humming ancient materials.
Down here Man can't see deeply enough
into the skies so brimming with beauty
that he forgets to marvel at the above.
Although the ground is rich with earth
so delightful and thriving with life so pure,
so simple it is to focus solely on the crust.
What objects and footprints grace our ground
and with what items they hold in their hands
is not so important when looking from clouds.
Precious and selfish, pathetic and cruel can't
do justice for the description of Man
and tracing the stars should help one think.
Think with the mind and not with the eyes,
there is far too much that hasn't been seen
yet by curious, clever, keen minds.
When I'm out of light pollution I start to question humanity; it's a fine life isn't it? I also appear to be going through a celestial obsession at the present moment...
Gaby Lemin
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Gaby Lemin  Cornwall
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     ---, jerely, Hamad and Alex Paczynski
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