
Humanoid rounded mass protuberancesborn of philosophy, literature, music, and art

are now encased in the computer-generated outer shellsof shuttling spacecraft between Earth and Mars.

Secret information suggested, contrivedfrom Greek to Latin to Jupiter by decree

now unleashed in ion rockets bound for the skyas the illiterate lose grip and fall to the sea.

so what of the protuberances protruding at 90o
from the bows of the ships of these cosmic Portuguese?
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Exploring in space, ahead of their race, passing through doors, disembarking on shores (rrarrrggg!) |
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hitherto unknown, as their courageous fates remove the locks from celestial gates... |
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| The Marco Polo’s of the outer limits carry back to us distant planetscape fare... |
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| hazarding alien abduction and alien seduction flying on the edge of their sensory hairs... | ||
as moon phases change and terrestrial dust storms rage |
the dawn of new ages are revealed to us there...




as moon phases change and terrestrial dust storms rage 



I am suceptable to seduction. In reviewing your works, you seem to have a vast vocabulary. Perhaps you would enjoy a sonnet that I recently wrote. It is one of my more articulate pieces. Thanks!



me and my small vocabulary....


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