Jupiter is up in the sky for free,
at least so long as the sky stays up there.
The real, complete title of today’s post is:
I Saw Her With A Flute But I Never Asked Her
To Play A Song Along With Me On My Guitar
And Now We’re Both Gone Now We’re Like Mythology
Clouds come down. Then they’re just puddles on the sidewalk.
Birds walk through them. Splash in them. Use them to wash off
dusty feathers, feathers that had become dusty
when the clouds were far away white shapes against blue,
so far away birds couldn’t even fly through them.
After it rains at night, the sky clears. Stars come out.
Stars are white shapes against black. They’re so far away
scientists can only study them with mirrors
and lenses and complicated electronics.
Spacecraft can’t fly to the stars. They’re too far away.
If the sky changes into something and comes down
what will wash away like dust when we splash around?
Mirrors, lenses, complicated electronics?
Science? Uncertainty? The distance between us?
Clouds come down. Then they’re just puddles on the sidewalk.
Birds walk through them. Splash in them. Use them to wash off
dusty feathers, feathers that had become dusty
when the clouds were far away white shapes against blue,
so far away birds couldn’t even fly through them.
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Exerting Agency, Liminal Entities And Scripts
Synthetic Philosophy, Liminal Entities And Scripts
Synthetic Pigeons, Liminal Entities And Scripts
Change: Sudden, Incomprehensible And Deadly
Dinosaur By Moonlight: A Puppet Show
Impossible Places: Guitars And Flutes
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