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If I say to you,
I love you so,
will you answer
and tell me no?

Twice the light
of a secondary dream,
where life looks gaunt,
no substance seen.

When the World
is at your door,
knocking once
but no more,
you must select,
your own place,
if you belong to
the Human Race.

Did I miss my stop,
when the bus passed by?
If I did, I'm sorry to say,
I missed the love
you shared today.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Do we dare believe our eyes? When we look at images of space, we often wonder whether they are "real", and just as often the best answer varies. In this case, the scene appears much as our eyes would see it, because it was obtained using RGB (Red, Green, Blue) filters like the cone cells in our eyes, except collecting light for 19 hours, not a fraction of a second. The featured image was captured over six nights, using a 24-inch diameter telescope in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, in California, USA. The bright spiral galaxy at the center (NGC 7497) looks like it is being grasped by an eerie tendril of a space ghost, and therein lies the trick. The galaxy is actually 59 million light years away, while the nebulosity is MBM 54, less than one thousand light years away, making it one of the nearest cool clouds of gas and dust -- galactic cirrus -- within our own Milky Way Galaxy. Both are in the constellation of Pegasus, which can be seen high overhead from northern latitudes in the autumn.

Photo by Howard TrottierEmily Rice

I love this life, I lead,
said no one in memory care.
Life is not sublime. You have
minimal alone time and you
are sleep deprived.
Your friends and family tell you
to take a break and you find
it is difficult to do, because
of your own guilt of not being
there. To top it off, the facility
administrator, told me I needed
that to protect my own health.
Going to do it this Saturday.

Love is elusive,
running to hide.
Love should always
be by your side.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Could the stem of our Milky Way bloom into an auroral flower? No, not really, even though it may appear that way in today’s featured all-sky image. On the left, the central plane of our home galaxy extends from the horizon past the middle of the sky. On the right, an auroral oval also extends from the sky's center -- but is dominated by bright green-glowing oxygen. The two are not physically connected, because the aurora is relatively nearby, with the higher red parts occurring in Earth's atmosphere only about 1000 kilometers high. In contrast, an average distance to the stars and nebulas we see in the Milky Way more like 1000 light-years away - 10 trillion times further. The featured image composite was taken in early October across a small lake in Abisko, northern Sweden. As our Sun's magnetic field evolves into the active part of its 11-year cycle, auroras near both of Earth's poles are sure to become more frequent.

Photo by Göran Strand

Drain the swamp.
Reclaim the land,
living your life,
stop being so bland.
There are many means,
in this World today,
so pay more attention
and do it your way.

Open the book of goodness,
of memories still retained.
You will find your blessing,
of life's enjoyment gained.

Draw upon the words you see,
reading them every day,
before the saddest of disease,
robs you, taking them away.

Once lived the troll, Orion,
from out the bridge he peeked,
a figure of forgiveness
to help those who seek.

"What hath thy wrought?"
I would hear Orion say.
"Have you brought the goodness,
we need most, every day?"

There was no reply or movement,
someone would always say.
Now there was indifference
and we will go away.

When the twisted tails of Dragons,
stretched across the jaded skies,
as if comprised of insects
disguised as Fireflies.

Hot bursts of flames
from out the Dragon's mouth,
as it moved from East to West,
fading in the darkening South.

No stars nor moon were sparkling
or shedding any light,
as a night once eerily quiet
was painted red and white.

No more the Sun's reflection,
no more the proud display,
for now, the Golden Dragons
are gone. Now gone away.