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It's cold in the yard
I don't know where to start
Everything is already tattooed somewhere
There's some halt in the way that things seem to work here
The sun's radiance reaches us in eight minutes
But given its age given the ever expanding nature of the universe
Somewhere 4 5 billion light years away its solar winds are breathing fire
For the first time its flares dancing through the dark
To awaken the worlds at their birth
Is our being this buoyant is some celestial observer watching us
Through a series of glass lenses
And mirrors jotting down notes of years ago maybe
Of his flight across the country from the the place
He called home to the place I've always called home
If so on what star on what rock does his life still shine
I've been tinkering with lead pipes and gunpowder aluminum frames fein
Saws and soldering irons steel
A fishbowl from the attic my astronaut's helmet winter gloves snow boots
And overalls over a wetsuit to stave off the cold a notebook of his thoughts
To stave off the loneliness infinity isn't anything until you are among
The stars searching for something I have lost have lost
Let us hope that the duct tape holds and my misguided science
And memories of his crooked coffee stained smile can lead me to a place
Where his light still illuminates the days
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