If the sun doesn't rise...
then we'll replace it with an h-bomb explosion.
Like rings around Saturn
the furies of her life encircle her.
Not knowing she is the planet,
she gives them power.
Her prison sky looms endlessly.
Her other lives were long ago;
she cannot seem to remember them,
cannot seem to find their moons.
When the time is right, she will know
the galaxy is more than Saturn-
she is not held by imaginary bonds
nor blinded by falling stars.
-Imaginary Bonds by Bonnie Michael
~ Wednesday, May 23 ~
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We were together. I forget the rest.
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Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
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