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The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? ~ Jeremiah 17: 9
If all our poetry could face the stars,
Would that cause roots of flowers to point to moons,
And dirt around our coffins make guitars
Become song’s strings in angel afternoons?
If all our poetry could spasm streaks
Of light, like comets in our heart of hearts,
Like sun flares causing Northern Lights, its peaks
Like domes that reach to darkest Arctic heights
This image provided Wednesday, April 21, 2010 by NASA shows an eruptive prominence blasting away from the sun March 30, 2010 observed by the Solar Dynamics Observatory satellite. NASA on Wednesday unveiled the first images from the new satellite designed to predict disruptive solar storms, and scientists say they’re already learning new things. (AP Photo/NASA)
By turning into flame-like arms and particles
Of speed to fingers touching northern skies,
Those flashes, nano-nanoparticles
Would change to music of the spheres, chords, cries.
Our orange groves would no longer hold pocked orbs
