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Dare to dream!

Yes, beautiful moments,

tantalizing hope,

before you get crushed.

 

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Apollo 11 Re-Entry

So,

you dream,

you think,

you aspire.

Alas,

it’s the return to Earth

that’s the killer.

 

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The Worship of Mammon

The vileness we find ourselves in

demands a reaction,

one way or another.

Everything is unfair

and the pain seem inescapable.

Treacherous solar winds radiate,

burning, searing,

bodies and minds.

People instinctively lie,

complicate,

and violate,

cloaking it in “progressive” vibes,

stroking egos and fatty tissue…

(In reality they don’t give a shit,

but they want to appear “legit”;

hollow scum, festering liberal cankers!)

If I could,

I would sleep like a child,

10, 12 hours,

and expect everything better

in morning rising.

(*As if!*)

For people to be genuine…

That is my dream.

 

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Read, Books, Dream, Fly

It’s OK,

I don’t either…

I don’t feel very heroic today.

So, let’s float…

Together, separately,

as we will.

Imperatives can wait,

go away,

be ignored.

“Revolt!” I say

and

“Leave us in peace.”

 

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1. Ru, By

Sometimes, when we wake,

in golden moments of desperation,

we grasp, in mind fog,

trying to remember,

where and when we are,

what responsibilities loom,

hoping, perhaps,

miraculously

it’s yesterday.

 

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Son

Is this some kind of realization,

a real-life manifestation

of a dream come true?

If so,

I want to go back to sleep.

 

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Tsar Bomba 2

Because you are you,

and I have no other true ally,

my nuclear lover,

any treachery is magnified infinitely,

to treason, to perfidy,

beyond reason,

and I react

exponentially.

 

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Haunting feeling,

hard to shake:

like, something’s about to go wrong,

about to break.

 

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Akimbo,

defiant, I try,

to take a stand against limbo.

 

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Mars Night Sky

A vague memory of some pleasant

(or at least benign) dream persists.

You were in a cocoon,

protected from time and place.

But now awake and exposed,

you grope,

you hope,

Jaruzelski’s dark glasses.

 

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