Your car was deep red and sporty squat, open to air, fast, tight hugging free and purposeful gripping rubber wheel streets Music loud pounding rhymes shouting guns battles brothers pounding drilling into soft forest covers like you truly meant war in peace your car made room for only two your self and another lucky soul sat closely together as you drove away from the fools behind you i never could be anyone imagined nor imagined my self to be anyone than two fools needing one another quietly without sentences wringling together yet perfectly understood affixed to the jocks and traditionally popular with some claims to nobility and all the choices of status before you chose that i receive these secret words i who moved through all people easily these jocks opening beer and rubs or fidgeting scientists finding meaning sound maker's booming silent dreams and imaginers of things always never there you stopped me cold and held me in place in that small cozy seat just beside you as strange as it was for you and i we sang discovered sentences only we understood such time spent with you i remember rarely conversations with your grandfather always in the TV room, that chair of his sitting alone your surprise that night you came in hearing gramps and i talking away, you pulling me away amazed because he could not hear your father who rarely entered in, bringing weight and silence, heavy thoughts, experience of things truer than what is known to all his creations objects that rise killing millions his skin peeled periodically treating the spoils of science and war mom, wild turkey, and brisket roasting smells the basement hideway nobody has ever told me more truly of love than you in your morning songs of voice, paper in how you would watch me react like it gave you some reward beyond necessities maybe that is why, ripped guts on that airplane night you left for the academies of war, i gave you my saxophone hoping its sound on your lips would keep you bound to what mattered more but each letter on military stationary i watched you altered through torture blood, duty, worthfulness through acceptance rigid, engineered destruction construction and such academics as church might give maybe that is why, when you disappeared i came across the country to the hills to you with gray stone buildings solid ash, desolate as spring safe as calculated death now, i can't even remember if i saw you there but you do remember i stayed there away on that eastern coast so far from stars, the ever green trees, cool moss, open winds my little habitat suit, so thin in youth, barely keeping breathing in the frustrations of these so many people purposefully hating anything you do remember i stayed there away because you left the gray stones to visit a day away from the deadly play then returned leaving me in this crowded desolate place where no one could speak with trees maybe that is why, the next day i gathered music in that old rusted car finding the way to the long wide roads back west that slow journey of roadside meetings travellers along their ways and the many roads that brought us all to be here one by one you saw me abandon a friend back there yet this is what became us: i saved myself on a long, dark street while you moved on along to tame us years have passed in your covert ways and mine in my stumblings for all such a great purpose you are become for these few strategic men plotting freedom for all, the acceptable losses of life, limbs, solid fear, love i've heard nothing from you but i know if we spoke, we would cry, this would end mabye that is why, still songs remind me how uniquely you lived now alone at the top yet sacrificed all to be counted i know the words you tell yourself i watched them form before you my first lesson in helplessness watching you live what you hated but if some strange chance might fall from night and lords wrestle down from the beauties i've kept the seeds from before cold fell open in the light of this morning fresh as dew on metal, twisted, by flame and brilliant wild flowers grown from heads the dream of a billion men before gone, in the end, unsaid
sax, guns and loneliness
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Gamma ray bursts used to be very confusing. Giant bright spots of energy that appeared in the sky containing more energy that all the stars of a galaxy combined.
Here’s a little heart-shaped piece of a comet, returned to Earth on January 15th by the Stardust probe, sent to meet up with comet Wild 2 about 7 years ago. They’ve found that comets are made of really all sorts of things. Materials that were made only very near the earliest sun’s heat around the formation of our solar system, to materials that are in the furthest, coldest reaches.
As Chris pointed out, there are still amazing images coming in from the