The Heart and Soul Nebulae – photo by NASA
avalanching ethers
burst among solar flares
explosive with locust bytes
swarming in broadband storms
chomping through dark matter orbits
dimming the starlight
with sensory overload
to then disappear
massive cloud after cloud
into gestating bellies of
Cancer and Capricorn
reborn and transmogrified
carapaced cloven-clawed
mandibled sea-goats
voracious for unwrinkled brains
with pubescent attraction
to distraction of inane textese
reductive emoticonned moments
flashing frivolous acronyms
from voice-command gadgets
and chatspeaking thumbs
unable to utter
or finger-swipe
anything cosmic
to rescue the intellect
from cultural dross piled like grave-dirt
interring a species
that might have discovered
the soul of the universe
Poesy plus Polemics 
I love this, very incisive…the last lines really bite, especially ‘the cultural dross piled like grave dirt’
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thanks kindly, bill
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Exquisite. profound. challenging!
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I deeply appreciate your wonderful comments
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thank you again for sharing your exquisite pieces with us.
Warmest wishes and greetings.
Peace and Equality for All
👍✊✌🌻😊
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Reblogged this on Tao Talk and commented:
A dirge in this, the electronic era. The writer of the dirge is one of the best poets I’ve found out here in Word Press Land.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers – and for your generous comment
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You are welcome! You are a poet I hope to learn from. I always enjoy reading your offerings, and the artwork you choose to accompany them.
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but didn’t…
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that soul is always right in front of them, but they’ll never see Him for addiction to those Godforsaken little screens
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Wonderful.
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many thanks
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Great poem, Paul. We can no longer see the universe for the gadgets, and are cutting ourselves off…. (And ironically, here i am typing this into my smart phone, alas…)
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shame on you LOL
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Well, I have a good excuse. 🙂 Chronic pain makes it hard to do much on the PC. Thanks to my little phone I can be active on WP and read your fine poetry. Guess they’re good for something. 😉
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We are all stardust but is stardust all we are?
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if so, philosophers and theologians might as well retire en masse
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Beautiful and distressing. You manage to make the technological morass an art form with your expansive vocabulary and understanding of things.
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I think it’s more my lack of understanding that has me in fear of it
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Reblogged this on Word Play … Poetry in Progress and commented:
Extinction
Stars don’t sprinkle no longer twinkle
No face crease or even a wrinkle
No thoughts sublime
The cease of time
A sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
Alan Grace
17 March 2018
It’s sad than Professor Stephen Hawking is no longer here 😦
Wrinkle
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Thank you for sharing your creation. Here’s my revised poem:
Extinction
Stars don’t sprinkle won’t longer twinkle
Nil face crease nor even a wrinkle
Nought thought sublime
Cease of space time
The sleep stronger than Rip Van Winkle
Alan Grace
17 March 2018
It’s sad than Professor Stephen Hawking is no longer here 😦
See: https://aaamazingphoenix.wordpress.com/tag/space/
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