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A simple verse,
a simple mind.
Do you like it?
You're too kind.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Shrouded in a thick atmosphere, Saturn's largest moon Titan really is hard to see. Small particles suspended in the upper atmosphere cause an almost impenetrable haze, strongly scattering light at visible wavelengths and hiding Titan's surface features from prying eyes. But Titan's surface is better imaged at infrared wavelengths where scattering is weaker and atmospheric absorption is reduced. Arrayed around this visible light image (center) of Titan are some of the clearest global infrared views of the tantalizing moon so far. In false color, the six panels present a consistent processing of 13 years of infrared image data from the Visual and Infrared Mapping Spectrometer (VIMS) on board the Cassini spacecraft orbiting Saturn from 2004 to 2017. They offer a stunning comparison with Cassini's visible light view. NASA's revolutionary rotorcraft mission to Titan is due to launch in 2027.

The light shines on,
your loveliness,
as you greet the morning
with a friendly hello.
As I write, the Sun starts,
shining on my paper.
It's a good sign, at least,
to me.
Reflections of life, at this time,
causes me to
ask what happens next?
What am I to do?

A thousand days,
a thousand sighs.
What happens,
when love dies?

A million smiles,
and smiling eyes.
What happens,
when love dies?

A lot of anger,
and I apologize.
What happens,
when love dies?

A misunderstanding,
before my demise.
What happens,
when love dies?

Too many excuses,
too many lies.
What happens,
when love dies?

Loving you forever,
thinking I was wise.
What happens,
when love dies?

Too many heartaches,
too many cries.
What happens,
when love dies?

Love blooms eternal
when you realize.
What happens,
when love dies?

Why do you bother,
why do you write?
Is your life better,
or is it just alright?

Confusion runs amok,
in this old mind.
A mind of indifference,
trying to be kind.

The World is a
strange place, to be,
when I am near you,
I cannot see.

What lies ahead,
although I know,
there is no cure
and you will go,
away from me.

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NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The delightful Dark Doodad Nebula drifts through southern skies, a tantalizing target for binoculars toward the small constellation Musca, The Fly. The dusty cosmic cloud is seen against rich starfields just south of the Coalsack Nebula and the Southern Cross. Stretching for about 3 degrees across the center of this telephoto field of view, the Dark Doodad is punctuated near its southern tip (upper right) by yellowish globular star cluster NGC 4372. Of course NGC 4372 roams the halo of our Milky Way Galaxy, a background object some 20,000 light-years away and only by chance along our line-of-sight to the Dark Doodad. The Dark Doodad's well defined silhouette belongs to the Musca molecular cloud, but its better known alliterative moniker was first coined by astro-imager and writer Dennis di Cicco in 1986 while observing Comet Halley from the Australian outback. The Dark Doodad is around 700 light-years distant and over 30 light-years long.

Photo by Matias Tomasello

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"There is nothing like an old friend."

My old friend Art dropped by,
to see what condition
my condition was in.
Sharp pains in my wrists.
Oh, what a treat it was.
No special reason
on that ordinary day,
just take more Tylenol
for arthritis.

A midnight dream,
happened before.
Woke up and
was on the floor.

Don't remember falling.
No ache or bruise,
no memory,
nothing to lose.

Is it envy or jealousy?
I may never know,
but the Breakfast Club,
is again, on the go.

The same group of people,
in the same spot every day,
for all of the days meals,
where they are captive, I say.

The rain, with wind,
beating on the glass,
while I, inside,
watching the pane,
become wet again.
Water streaming down,
to the windowsill,
while I slurp coffee,
from a cup, cold.