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by B. Z. Niditch

This young musical trekkie of note
was never absent from the Earth’s surface
when exploring life’s metamorphoses,
its cosmic and comic reversals.

When we choose to log into space,
we speak a new language.
My transcendent telescope beams down
from falling superstars
to celebrate planets
far from Earthly horizons.

In our haunted revolts of timelessness,
an octet of celestial bodies
brilliantly resonate
like early quartets of Debussy
and pass us by like counterpoints
through luminary orbs,
exploring all harmonies
in librettos and lexicons
of stellar impressionism.

Copyright © 2013 by B. Z. Niditch

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