The expressway of incredible existence, the existence of bare gatherings in substance and circumstance, in indigenous kaleidoscopes of life, love, and passion merged with his cognate mind. A thousand histories and a million lives all written in fulfillment of the memorial.
Lofty egress and taller cities of stature led him to read the embossed brass plate,
And beneath a triune symbol in black and yellow. The extravagance of the garden was a full circle of catastrophe and rebirth. The planet was an uninhabited Eden. Ancient ruins of unknown origin lay scattered in the lush tangle of trees and scrub. Birth and rebirth, the legend of his forefathers, the legend called earth lay before him. The spacecraft was a pregnant womb, a precursor to the world that would be. The space angel read the dusty brass plate again and sighed, the new plate would read,
From heaven to Earth he thought, from heaven to earth.
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Ron is aspiring to become established as a poet and a short story writer. He has written 94 books of poetry over the past several years and 16 novels: He has been submitting his work for the past year and is thrilled by acceptance. He is always looking for an audience. He has published 285 poems and 120 short stories in a variety of periodicals.