Ascending Degrees of Mirage
Ascending Degress of Mirage
by cocteau
Decending Scales of Trance
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O, it’s a hot damn day, yet, it would take 700 suns to span
the diameter of Antares. Sergeants stress this because
there is a dearth of salt tablets.
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American troops are landing on the Cuban shore
at DaiqurÃ. Great columns of men moving inexorably
towards shifting haloes of shimmering beach.
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O! traveler o’er corrosive waters, pursuing freedom, go
forth and grow in stature, rather than form. Spokes.
Green fire/ wheels like a heart. Streaks in June
firmament seem, by perspective tricks, to converge
to the antisolar point.
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It’s not yet been determined whether the net effect
of cirrus clouds is to warm or to cool the earth.Â
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Systems shift. Marred blue skies, and the stern
of a large ship can be caught in the backdrop. Backdraft. Dark
Smoke. Wreathes of palm begin/ to curry
the roiling waters.Â
    O, seriously, seriously!– don’t look back.
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I love reading Cocteau while drinking a cocktail and petting my cockatoo…”Pretty boy, pretty boy!”
As always, there is a fine polish to your work…and the mark of a man whose spent many a day gazing too long at the sun. ..And spent many a night making love under the hollow moon.
Two titles! I am your undying servant! References to Spanish American War within context of science/meteorology interjects human element into grand scheme of mother nature…hip comingling!
Al Gore and Teddy Roosevelt would like this, and so do I…”Frekin’ Florida!” and “Bully bully!”