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A great wasteland,
is what we are,
of collectible souls,
near and far.

Lost souls are gathering,
in hidden recess of the mind.
Having succumbed, lost
away, escaped. You won't find.

Over the hill
across the Dell,
why can't I find,
the loneliest trail?

A trail so lonely,
fraught with woe.
Seeking peace but
I know it won't be soon.

He spoke,
butchering the word.
How ridiculous,
how absurd.

Sometimes I need to wander.
Sometimes I need to roam,
when the need is over,
I need to return to my home.

It must be burdensome,
to be in God's hands,
having to make decision,
about who wins or loses.

How would you decide,
on the merits of life,
when you don't punish others,
but you will take a wife.

Hard to believe today,
when looking at others.
How different it must be,
deciding between sisters and brothers.

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NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

It's so big it is easy to miss. The entire Veil Nebula spans six times the diameter of the full moon, but is so dim you need binoculars to see it. The nebula was created about 15,000 years ago when a star in the constellation of the Swan (Cygnus) exploded. The spectacular explosion would have appeared brighter than even Venus for a week - but there is no known record of it. Pictured is the western edge of the still-expanding gas cloud. Notable gas filaments include the Witch's Broom Nebula on the upper left near the bright foreground star 52 Cygni, and Fleming's Triangular Wisp (formerly known as Pickering's Triangle) running diagonally up the image middle. What is rarely imaged -- but seen in the featured long exposure across many color bands -- is the reflecting brown dust that runs vertically up the image left, dust likely created in the cool atmospheres of massive stars.

Photo by Jiang Wu

When I am alone,
more frequent now,
then it used to be,
I question how,

I have moments of
many unique personalities,
and find the one I love,
is the one who personifies
me.

Short bursts of wind,
leaf burdened limbs,
fallen leaves,
up to your knees.

Long ago,
far away,
I heard,
someone say,
"Why is
life so
cruel?"

What happened
to the "Golden Rule?"
Why hate?
Why not
love.

Is life
so meaningless,
when seen
from above.

If God
is just
and good,
why is
he misunderstood?