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Intentional Silhouette

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When the horizon

beckons the sun

and a pink sky

holds the Ash

in silhouette;

when still waters

reflect Woodcock

upon the wing

and the Heron’s

great blue matches

colors rising,

there is a “click” —

inaudible —

a latch unlocked

by precise combination

of timed events

turned carefully

by Source.

Gentle winds

blow from southwest

and there is a  “c r e a k” —

unheard —

a portal opening

(one of many) –

an invitation

to senses of

at least

the sixth order.

Who responds?

Might I cross over

to become a denizen

of all possibility –

to flit with grace and ease

among dancing orbs?

What lies there

in unfathomable dimensions

except parallel versions

of me?

Might I

experience them all

simultaneously?

And all the while,

here,

beneath a cloudless end,

would any one be

the wiser?

© 2008

What did KNDU187 want from the people on earth? Fiction? Or is it?

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Our sun provides the heat and light we need to survive. The life of the sun seems almost infinite; however, what would happen to us if it only had less than three months before exploding?
Dr. John White, a scientist who defected to NKRA as an accused traitor of the USAA, and KNDU187
made an effort to stabilize the sun. What did KNDU187 want from the people on earth? Why did
Dr. White defect? Did our president betray us and only care for his family? What KNDU187 has to say?

In January 2008, a NASA SSRC 1-2008 press release reported possible sun problems that could result in human race
starvation. http://www.spaceandscience.net/id16.html. 

I will answer any of your questions.

Thanks. KNDU187

De-iced, now What?

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It was as if she were a comet,
then he,
then she,
on and on, orbiting
faster and faster,
first gathering ice, then burning
it away by veering close
to the sun.
First he,
then she,
then up for grabs.
Neither chose to be
a comet. Certainly
not a pair.
What, and be content
to find pieces of oneself
flying into ether
while others loosen
from their moorings?
Admit the stratosphere
made him tingle,
and her.
Hot what she wanted,
and he.
To fly at supersonic,
nay, supernatural,
speed.
If not melt and join,
come dangerously
close to touching
the untouched
in her,
in him.
Skin sloughs, tough.
Flew, didn’t we?
People gasped
as they looked up.
Now what little’s left
has hardened
or shattered, perhaps
beyond repair.
Ah, well, sighs,
she, sighs he,
got to feel
the high.

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(c) Phyllis Jean Green, 2008
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