A Lunar Broom
A rocket-sweep, a lunar broom! We’re hunting stars in a prism’s room, That’s filled with all our reflected lives, On astral plains where no one thrives, But everyone *does*, in…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
A rocket-sweep, a lunar broom! We’re hunting stars in a prism’s room, That’s filled with all our reflected lives, On astral plains where no one thrives, But everyone *does*, in…