Moonbeams tremble,
The stars assemble
A celestial meeting in the midnight sky.

Planets align;
Intelligent design?
A universal challenge of the single mind's eye.

But lightyears away
The answer will stay
In a realm whose caverns do brightly burn

Until one day they see
That the meaning of "free"
Is not simply to preach, but to learn.

12/20/2005

Author's Note: It's true... if it's at all comprehendible.

Posted on 12/21/2005
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