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Jupiter and its moon Io Credit: NASA

The Gulf of America is the empty space between Trump supporters' ears.

The power of the people.....Let's keep it up!!

You tell me, “I don’t want to go backwards”, Then darling, drag me to the present. I’m guest in all the scenes you steward, Until you call for my collective. Until your final casting call, My dreams, I’ll never make the cut, It seems from what I can recall, You’ll burn the page no matter what👇👇 1/4

I want to bathe myself in your everything, When I look into your eyes I see your voice and the way you make the birds sing,

Brave yourselves for more of the like.

I don't know what I'll do Or where I'll go A silent lullaby Gentle yet omenous Taking my hand As I fall asleep #poem #poetry

With everything so seemingly terrible these days & no sign of anything remotely hopeful in the near future, I thought you might need this photo of a baby giraffe.

the debris from starship flight 7 caught over turks and caicos. absolutely unreal. 📸: dean olson on twitter

So many tears, I’m sure she knows that she’ll soon be treading water. If only to be known as happy tears, we could cry together and backstroke into infinite, hand in hand. 🌼🌼

Once was a man who died twice, And a girl who matched his Zeitgeist, In a quiet world above you Where the angels say I love you, And the architecture, quite nice For a dark injecture covers planetary escapism, every single set of lovers. 👇👇

You’ve brought me back from the future we sought to asses all the damage the mortals forgot, and together we hushed in the place we stood hiding, to let darkness pass and speak light of good tidings. 👇👇

#haikuscripture None to back down now Ever setting priceless goals Dancing in the dirt Nuances for you Like bouquets of golden glory roots in the earth. How did we get here Fuel gauges fail sometimes too launch me in the dark. 👇👇

#haiku Rendered Defenseless, While the tender me forgets, sacred flowers bloom. Potholes poke plot holes, We plot homes In dark zones and graduated dirt. Terraforming Io, Transubstantiated when Carbon turns to dust. Global energy never learns until the last ne'er-do-well is blamed. 👇👇

“Can we write the source code for humanity?” Her question to me over and over. Amidst hundreds of other questions that, while profound, pale in significance to this one. It is hers. The question The idea. The concept. She has a quantum capacity for emotion, 👇👇

Again, we're silent. So comfortable that the tone cannot be deciphered from my memories of grandmothers and warm toast smothered in strawberry jam. Her mind though, a flurry of butterflies posed as answers to all man's great questions. Common sense to her, nothing special. 👇👇

So you ask me, “what’s the meaning of it all?” My dear, how do we even ask that question? Can we somehow manage how the cards fall? I’m clearly open to suggestion. And what’s to come of all our dream worlds? The red and yellow blissful beaches, I see you walking in the distance, 1/3 👇👇

Quietly, we daydream at dusk, Answering the tough questions we can only face when the moonlight is a must, Refining the day’s rough gestures To melt into dreamscapes where we float above the earth, 1/5 👇👇

As Within, So Without Music to my eyes, you appear with the sunlight, In your intuitive disguise. You’re my white flag in a bullfight, my Shakespearean romance With your sweet sleepy eyes across white weeping dreamscapes, with no chance of sleepless nights. 👇👇 1/6

My deflowered mind Pause me as we’re waking up, togetherness wins. Your voice and your face Nonsensical schism begs Questioning my faith Eyes are squinting tight Minuscule exit for tears Marinate instead 1/2👇👇