A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Longshot
Absent minded
Skull, vacated, leaving the head a statue with wandering eyes
The planet is green, whether you think about it or not
But there is satisfaction in standing in place, to
Remember, contact, connect dissonant ages and pieces
My understanding of you didn’t create anything
Your distance never left anything standing
But 8 balls and scratches, rolling across the flat green
Chaos theory
The life observed but never understood
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