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Arecibo

Bring your circuits and a

Cloth to hide your eyes

Arecibo

Something tells me you might

Make it there in time

Don’t forget to pack your records

And a tennis game for two

Arecibo

Little lamplights won’t be

Sad or lonely with you


Mississippi

Sending wavelengths out to you

Through inky black

Mississippi

Something tells me you don’t

Want me to come back

But a stuttered silence whispers

Pulling up to the drive-thru

Mississippi

Thank you kindly for

Leading back to you


My battery’s low and it’s getting dark

I always thought I had fin’lly lost a spark

But upon a shattered alter

In a quiet sideways room

I first saw you

How you stood against the moon


Esperanto

Singing softly for a

Crowd denying their eyes

Pocket veto

No one told me they could

Also see the sunrise

And if I should see tomorrow

I would want no one but you

Arecibo

And I so hope you

Want to see it with me too



unwilling


I stepped before the pots and pans

And bowls and ladles daily

I sat and steamed all vague and mean

And crawled all shrunk and scaly


I had a hope that stunts and ropes

Would lead me safely hither

But traps and springs and subtle things

Could throw me in a dither


And you in wisdom and your grace

Still stood with sting that lingers

And smote upon that sickly face

With quiet, gentle fingers


And others still would try to kill

Or sit in stuttered silence

And you pertain the lack of grain

As not inciting violence


But you can’t see the almighty

In ways that others can

And claiming such a sacred touch

Would stain a stronger man


So till we learn to safely earn

A home amongst the order

We all expect a great reject

And stay within the border


But I still know you cannot grow

Into a somber stepper

Until you see the bumblebee

Be beaten by the leper


And till that day when those that pay

For honesty in blood

I cannot stop the endless mop

And halt oncoming flood


I’ll step before the pots and pans

And bowls and ladles daily

And weep and scream “how cheap a dream

For such persistent wailing”