Gary Geniesse
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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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