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Ground Control: NOT
Major Tom to command center.
My controls are shot. Have lost the ability to maneuver in an unobtrusive manner. Now my voice cascades like a waterfall spilling down a hidden ravine; pristine, crazy and noisy. Ah the wonder of it all. Not to say silent dawn with a deer gliding through the woods doesn’t complete me inside, it’s just gone for now. Time to yell, I’m alive; wake up, be alive too. What a magnificent feeling!
MAJOR TOM’S INNER THOUGHTS
Here I am far gone in time and space.
typing in an insane wild rhythm
For most it seems has no place.
World below black space above
Stars and planets dance around
To tunes only I could love.
How spectacular to be lost in your head!
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I am writing number two in my series of marital discord blogs and poems.
Marital disharmony came to mind as I walked up the drive the other night.
Big game today, or every day for us patriots.
A short 55 years have passed since last I shot myself, seems like only yesterday.
I’ve always been a dog man, oh don’t get me wrong, cats are ok but they just aren’t loyal like a dog, so we had dogs.
A man in church with my wife listened to the sermon and remarked how he guessed we are all “second string angels.”
I’m full up on taking crap and keeping my mouth shut.
My fanciful love story, don’t you love this this time of year!
For some reason, I started thinking about a chicken in the hen-house.
My mind works in devious fashion sometimes, and this one came out at my wife’s request.