Big Sky Hive

Beat poets had a trick back in the day - to write and not take a word back To meander in and out to find the truth of where their minds reside And so here to honour that tradition, we wonder in the open-ness

This is a cross post of @drwom/contentment by @drwom.Posted in Blockchain Poets

Alpha Centauri A, a bright presence in the (semi) night sky as Centauri B breaks over the horizon of Pristine. Pristine. See it here: the beguiling strange of alien - unpolluted by human hands. So far.

The paths we walk are changing ever if we choose to see a small thing gone, (here or there there or here) unseen amongst the busyness as we go about our business. The small things that make up life: missed.