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[title] => Lunar Explorations
[time] => 2004-08-04 06:16:12
[hometext] => (On Long Summer Days)
[bodytext] => In the twilight of an August night, under the dusk and an epiphany of stars, we divided the full moon between us. We passed around the pipe and a cheap bottle of wine. Talked about art, music, God, girls and other passing fads. We waded through a wet grassy field, dew covered leaves, the sticky fingers of nature’s hand pulled at our pants as undulating, rolling, green waves of grass crested and crashed over us. We drifted away into the night. Trees were alive, whispering aloud, speaking in infinite detail, wrinkled bark, twisted branches, veins’ flowing green in leaves, a 3D glow of life. Bright purple, hallooed streetlights turned the old blacktop road red, canals of Mars, headlights of passing cars, shooting stars . . . Passerby’s spoke in alien tongues. It was gibberish and we laughed in hysterical madness, an encounter with exotic creatures of unknown origin. Levy, “The Oracle of the Microdot “ appeared out of nowhere, looked into our eyes and spoke across the miles of infinite space, “I’ve been where you guys are at. A small step, a giant leap, a universe of your own design. Be cool and be careful of the black holes of your soul.” His laughter trailed rainbows as he faded out of our sight and we fluttered like moths in search of firelight, until we stood on an apartment house roof, watching the dawn’s changing Technicolor light. Sunrise and reality set in. The alignment ended and we returned to our separate orbits. Gravity pulled us home and like meteorites crashing into our beds, we slept away the long summer day. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 43 [informant] => pvd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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