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Warped

October 4, 1985


A moon rises over the groundless plain,
Light filters in the orange sky,
Pale sun light flickers on our skin,
The time has come for a rebirth.

A picnic on Jupiter...
               ...where are the ants?

©1985 James (Gary) Geniesse


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