Richard Alan Bunch
EVENING STAR
You brighten the red setting sea, break down
Toxins, those ice hearts, spider-clockworms, myth-
Shorn skeletons of unmeaning, unsound
Moons, and robot hands, rootless kin and kith.
No plastic fragments, you and I, but more
Than mechanical specimens, or mere
Tools, but hallowed with a human core,
Children alive, willows dancing the earth.
Let's relive the dream, that quest's reverend
Future, where fog-lovers find starry nights,
And whole worlds pulsing alive know no end
When imagination passes organic heights.
Venus can you, alone, torch up this rust
Lest our outcast parts mushroom into dust.
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