Out There.
Out there; at the edge of atmosphere
Flies a thought, nearly burning blue,
How long shall this sky keep falling
Until the wind blows true -
What lands of wonder
In realms unseen,
Shall explode into view
When reality becomes the final dream -
Glimmering stars are truly bubbles of new forming life
About to burst,
When at long last stripped
From the bonds of living in a curse -
The dream no longer bound
By worldly compulsion and care,
Shall go on forever living-free,
When turned loose to live... somewhere way out there.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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