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Octagram
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As love is the epicenter of excess
In what we are to expect more
As to picture as joyous would
Devoid of misunderstanding  fashioned in the mundane
As caffeine flows through my every vein
For skins and revolutions entering Bountiful
With its solutions enthusiastically embraced
As suggested to be true to some extent
In a clear and deep view of all that is You
And peaceful purposes and plans
Our Hubble is noble as if packed in cans
In surrogate starships
And all that is man's
And a glow of green and indigo
Upon my eight pointed star
Call it good luck or call it blessing
Where all things are new....




Beginnings
1-3-18

As to take my first baby steps
Across a thick pavement
O, Lord have me to make it today
As to suffer continuous conflict
But blessed with my gift that is here and now
In the story of a friend
A true story of galactic collision
God defeat all of this sickness in my flesh
So I can know my soul
In Goddard space meeting him face to face
Commanded to describe what I see
When I turn the page to galleries of gladness and gyrations in gesture
Of specs of blue and red
Enough said
The story so far of the living
And of the dead
Eight days a week as still we seek
The meaning of how blessed are the meek.....