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Michael McGuire

Alpha Centauri

The light that is not symbol,
That is the fuel of vision burning,
The hungry atmosphere, Protective prism; school of yearning,
Star-lit light bulb charged,
Particles pumping desire,
Alone in a crowd of undoing,
Charred bones of a leftover fire,
As lonely as a telescope,
Pointed at the desert of stars,
A vacant gold rush bank,
The highway's art of abandon cars,
Illustrated meaning of nowhere,
The vapor trail of a dream,
The shadows are a guide,
Where the light is a theme.

It's like a thought you can see reflected in the eyes of a stranger who passes you on the street like a window in the architecture,
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The wind of Heaven's ride pollinates the cracks in the sidewalk and the dirty distance but forsakes the meaning's pulp,
Lonely puppet empire of habit stands for the ovation as the actor playing a doctor points the finger at the moon,
Something; (possible everything) teases the reach of an astrophysicist who can't seem to get his mind off something his wife said about occult diet, It's all like some out of focus photograph that looks more interesting for its flaws than its subject in perfection could ever fawn,
Extinct colors pour a boneless rainbow on a region of the sky that has only known the unsolicited pout of impotent rain,
A sign that we're getting closer to something that is so far away that the closer we get the further away we are,
And the exhaust of invention fogs the lens of destiny and the stranded survivors glance suspiciously at each others motive heart.

This is our monument to what we can only deconstruct in dream,
The light from the nearest star is just the spent treasure of unrequited steam,
On this cloudless night a man looks up into the weathered darkness of the sky,
And he can't even tell it's a cloudless night so he doesn't even begin to wonder why,
Just one thought ago a chaos was born thru the silent-center-fault,
Now a ghost lights palatial foundations where the god of corners is not found but ever sought,
We calculate the meaning of our motion with the stacked math of destiny,
This light we chase can't even give us heat yet we think it will help us see.