The Launch To The Future
Filling in all the blanks
Thee disturbances of a fresh clean time
The markers snap on a Holy night
And all the costs serves up up and away
Feel the wind churn the breeze
And talk among trees that speak of me
My unheard-about world
__and unlevied heart
The hindsight art of sparks in the dark
Less can be said of an empty bed
But the howling winds glamor thee unsaid
When the death of coffee mugs
Just seem to pull the plug
All but over the while
The stars turn the dial
Living away from who I love
"Soon" says the flying time
Thee amount of homes will be "one"
D. L. Cannon
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