Nazi Rocket, Part II

witchy formula
alligator woman
organic chemistry
aerodynamics
rockets and explosives
demo team

black powder
chemical equations and TNT
shamans and warlocks and alchemists
from cracking divination bones, over a fire, to science
radar-silent airplanes
dyes, film, plastics and pharmaceuticals

rocket test
firing at the eternal zero
the bicycle wheel of the sun
scattering tarot cards, at the crossroads
divine mother
telekinetic death
cosmic phoenix
from the ashes, an elixir of youth

regeneration, rebirth
Pluto’s catharsis
chemicals in the crucible
microbes clinging to an asteroids
the comet of the new salvation
space virus
scattered among the universe
somewhere beyond time

Catch a Falling Star

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It was another summer night, and Page and Alli sat in their respective rocking chairs, on the porch of Alli’s old house – her dilapidated hang-out spot, from her high school days, spent with Nealy and Aro. The night sky stretched out before them, like a future full of promise.

Page jumped up, with a sudden enthusiasm, “Get up for a second, will you?”

Alli looked confused, “What? Why?”

“Just stand up. One moment!” Page laughed.

Alli got up. Page grasped her arms and turned Alli around, so that she was standing behind Alli, “Close your eyes!”

“OK?” Alli grinned.

She felt a necklace being placed around her neck, and gasped, opening her eyes, “You shouldn’t have!”

Page had placed a diamond pendant, on a silver chain, around her neck, “See how it shines like the stars, up in the sky? They’re all there for you, Sky Avatar. Always remember that there are still good things, out there, in this world.”

They both looked up at the moon and the canopy of the heavens, from their little wooden porch, floating in space and time.

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