Morning waves at dawn
Slowly till noon
Then crosses his breast,
Taking a deep breath at night
Exhales through the stars,
Breathing-in the moon;
The darkest before the sun rises again
Casting a spell of awakening those asleep,
Unblinds those that can’t see
Althrough the year earth breathes his will
Spins himself from your little dream;
What help are ill-rayed screens?
…for him shivering in death
The millennium sparks at the wings of each era
Violently stormed – maybe by humanity alone
All blurred and dusty brother, Mars
A mirror of reflection they predict
Or all hydroxide filth, calling o kin:
Earth, who do you want to be tomorrow?
Earth himself doesn’t know
He wants to be Earth,
How about you?
by W.A. Garcia
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