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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?

When your eggs are cold
and your toast is limp,
it might be time,
for a breakfast skimp.

What has happend to,
this old body of mine?
I feel my fitness has waned,
no exercise, too much wine.

In Massachusetts, the onetime cranberry capital of the world, former bogs are transforming into thriving, carbon-storing swamps. More at Reasons to be Cheerful ➜

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

It's not the big ring that's attracting the most attention. Although the big planet-forming ring around the star PDS 70 is clearly imaged and itself quite interesting. It's also not the planet on the right, just inside the big disk, that’s being talked about the most. Although the planet PDS 70c is a newly formed and, interestingly, similar in size and mass to Jupiter. It's the fuzzy patch around the planet PDS 70c that's causing the commotion. That fuzzy patch is thought to be a dusty disk that is now forming into moons -- and that had never been seen before. The featured image was taken in 2021 by the Atacama Large Millimeter Array (ALMA) of 66 radio telescopes in the high Atacama Desert of northern Chile. Based on ALMA data, astronomers infer that the moon-forming exoplanetary disk has a radius similar to our Earth's orbit, and may one day form three or so Luna-sized moons -- not very different from our Jupiter's four.

Come talk to me, please do.
When you are near,
it's time to review,
if you can now hear.

All of the words,
passing through trees,
like knives through sheets,
of a soft cheese.

What are the words,
you continue to spread?
They're happy words,
alive or some dead.

If i say I Love You,
and don't want to wait,
would you acknowledge,
or continue to pontificate?

Idiocy, at its finest,
a partial eclipse of the Sun,
perhaps what was unique,
when life's no longer fun.

I love my friends,
for in them I see,
the real picture,
which makes myself, me.

There isn't any wool,
to pull over their eyes.
No matter the prattle
of words uttered in sighs.