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 Sep 2020 Michael Perry
Lee

An undefined depth
A blue infinity
So familiar,
And yet so foreign.
A welcoming surface
A cyan mystery
Depths still unexplored,
Yet unfit for man.
A waiting adventure
A brutal navy cold
A remarkable story
Never to be told.

September 8th, 2020 by Leah Dell'Osso/Andromeda
high up in the mountains where the hillbillys stay
when the weekend comes they dance the night away
a little bit of moonshine puts dancing in there feet
play guitars and banjos to a country beat

hand clapping knee slapping dancing all night long
to there country beat and a country song
dancing arm in arm the hillbilly way
dance the night away till break of day

dancing all together for the whole night through
playing country music with a dance or two
a little bit of moonshine and a country beat
steel guitars and banjos puts dancing in your feet

hand clapping knee slapping dancing all night long
to there country beat and a country song
dancing arm in arm the hillbilly way
dance the night away till break of day
the temples built of gold, silks finely spun,
a song of palaces in babylon,
where mede's daughter pined beneath the sun,
for mountain streams and hills to walk upon.
before the persians let the city fall,
great babylon held asia to the east,
the hanging gardens near the mighty wall,
their history told by an ancient priest.
if herodotus added to his tale,
he lent to grandeur with a poet's tongue,
a vision by euphrate's winding vale,
the river flowing where his story sung.
nebuchadnezzar built to please his queen,
to bring her trees and vines of verdant green.


amytis - daughter of king medes.
king nebuchadnezzar 2nd - built the gardens
herodotus - greek historian from ionia.
You claim to be righteous
Yet you mock my pain
You claim to be good
Yet you let me starve
You call me evil
Yet you do what I do
You are disgusted by my joy
And wonder why I make you suffer
We are both humans
Who will do anything to survive
To be ignored is a gift
To be heard is a sin
For if your words cause death
Would it not be better to be a ghost
Neither seen nor heard
Never giving joy
And never causing grief
Forever transparent
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