The wind blows like a heavy, deep whisper
Obliging when sighing times come and go
These taken away by this wary blustery whimper
With more the atmosphere will rise up below
In the near distance a wind is carried
Covering a lack of heightened discretion
And over a whining whim which harried
Making suggestions that long for lessen
Pale Blue Dot
A Brief non-Biography
- Tasman
- I am of the species taxonomy of Homo sapiens, maintain a carbon based molecular makeup and I am in residence on this Pale Blue Dot in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy of this cosmos - most likely the same as you, you the reader who is inevitably reading this aforementioned and proceeding. I like physics and philosophy and Papua New Guinea and this is a blog of sorts. Thank you kindly.
The Rings of Saturn
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