Drft...Wud.
When the sky xplods
into silver dust
catching on the quavering waves
from thaws of frost
leeching on moon's melts
like a doom spelt
far... far... off on Orion's belt
up up above
to
down down below
from the tick of now
to
whispers of tomorrow
heather here
to
further there
from the point
to
every where
When the sky will xplod
like thousand spears
The intent of pain
The reign of fear
like a doom spelt
from Orion's belt
to every where.
For an end somewhere near.
To Pleiade's sorry plea
For her tears.
Whispers of a Supernova
To be spread through eternity.
Heather here
from a point to every where.
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FESTIVE BLUES
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THE TRIVIA BEHIND THIS POETRY
PLEIDES
seven daughters of the titan Atlas.
After Atlas was forced to carry the heavens on his shoulders, Orion began to pursue all of the Pleiades, and Zeus transformed them first into doves, and then into stars to comfort their father. The constellation of Orion is said to still pursue them across the night sky.
MODERN DAY SCIENCE PROPHECIES
Betelgeuse,
Rigel,
Alnitak
THE SUPER GIANTS
THE STARS ON ORION CONSTELLATION
WILL END SOME DAY
IN A SUPERNOVA
IT'S SHOCK WAVES WILL EXPAND THROUGH SPACE
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HENCE MY POETRY.
MY KINDA CELEBRATION OF BLUES IN THIS FESTIVE SEASON.
EVERY BODY TAKE CARE.
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