Lake

Moonlight flows off his bed

The reflection seeps in a dream

Fern Lake, Lotus pond but a mile long

His feet push the clear waves

Drift through lilies, open up a path

An ode to moonlight.

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Spotted in space

Spotted in space. Earliest sighting around satellites, shocked an astronomer, intrigued his colleague.  Closer and closer, black were the eyes that looked back at them. Eyes empty on closer examination, skin decayed, perhaps mummified. Larger than an average man, face contorted and caught in a scream. The horror of decay, the intrigue of how it went there, how it stayed there all gone when they saw it’s mouth move. Astronomers swear they heard their names.