after Edgar Allan Poe
A gazer on the lights that shine above –
this I have become, as I walk under the weight
of things I wish not to know.
Stars, galaxies, exoplanets undiscovered
sparkle their welcome these days,
leave me filled with wonder:
there must be life out there somewhere
besides our own and assuming there is,
all I can do is pray.
Pray, that they are smarter,
have not forgotten love
have not forsaken peace
as we seem to have done… and all in the name of
what?
klm
10/5/24
Whispered Wanderings 
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