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    Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness: Queen Of Sorrows Poem Series One
    Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness: Queen Of Sorrows Poem Series One
    Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness: Queen Of Sorrows Poem Series One
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    Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness: Queen Of Sorrows Poem Series One

    By Alan Belauskas

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    L/L=D are speculative poems containing elements of dystopia, alien contact, and weird nature.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlan Belauskas
    Release dateAug 2, 2016
    ISBN9781370650477
    Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness: Queen Of Sorrows Poem Series One
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    Alan Belauskas

    In addition to Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness - Queen Of Sorrows Poem Series One, Alan has written Heatnik Penguins - Askew Poetic Bytes From The Ever Symmetrical Southwest. Alan and his wife, Cia, with their dog, of course, explore, camp, and hike in the western and southwestern parts of the United States. Their home base is in Oro Valley, Arizona.

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      Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness - Alan Belauskas

      Dedication

      These poems are dedicated to Net and Otto.

      Where do you start your lessons? the wizard asked the fifteen-year-old apprentice on his first night.

      The apprentice replied, In the beginning.

      The wizard walked over to the table, picked up his great journal, placed it in the boy’s arms, and said to him,

      There is nothing more I can teach to you for you have mastered the greatest lesson.

      And the mockingbird swam backwards into the night.

      Phase One

      Phase One: Criteria Match

      The quick landing caused the air, already unusually warm this late in the evening, to become more dense and stark. Heavy round moonbeams settled below mesquite branches and surrounded the meteor-dusted travelers sitting on the desert pavement.

      The two stretched out their legs, inhaled deeply, and looked into the darkness.

      They looked up, down, and measured all around that this primary planet contains an excellent source of kwheep for their soon-to-be twins.

      As I mentioned on our way over here, my love, finding this planet was easy. All we had to do was trace over their starship's bold signature. What's this? Cukacheea looked from her hand held reader to her life partner Pik. I am reading that their starship's technology does not equal the technology here on the surface. I guess our presence here triggered a backwards time swim, but that's fine. It will be fun for the children to experience a low tech world.

      Pik winked at her and said, Let us do something low tech together and experience this ancient world in what little time we have left here.

      Don't worry, my love, we have time to finish phase one, and you know perfectly well what that is. I feel our twins will be mischievous. I can sense my mood is bent in that direction. Now find us a spot to get comfortable.

      Ancient Ritual Performed On A Quaint Planet

      The after-glow of love filters the evening into a kaleidoscope of purple and yellow patterns quilted on the sky and on their rumpled bodies. One forgiving psyche, and one that was not, mingled, mixed, and merged; and in time, two identities – Twiu and Yot – were imprinted during the night on this so-so bed.

      30 April

      Forest dark green forest, now where have I heard that saying before?

      Found the strangest spider tangled in my long silver hair.

      Parents push racing carts through any narrow gap among the aisles of stuff; while their precious kids snake around my ankles and slither off to find solace deep within glittering piles of junk.

      On this warm Walpurgis Night, silky-up to me, Spider, and I will free you from this dreariness. I’ll walk outside, with you safely in my hair, and together we can watch as the new moon blinks off and on a most serious welcome to us both.

      Gone

      "The cry of the Red-tailed Hawk, the frantic calling of a coyote pack, the rustling leaves

      of a Velvet Mesquite, the..."

      Whoa there, mister, the seller said. "No need to take me on a nature tour. Are you

      interested in the land, or what? Remember one hundred sixty acres?"

      Yes I am and yes I remember, said the young man.

      The seller looked at the young man. He’s young, but his face is so wrinkled-up – where did he find some tobacco or marijuana? And the seller also thought that this guy is too weird looking in his white sports coat, white cargo pants, white canvas slip-ons, and a white fedora covering his short silver hair. What's with all the white clothes? A uniform mandated by his boss, or just some fashion statement coming from a big city? Yeah, he's a city guy all right. What's with that suitcase he's holding? A carpetbag? Yeah, that's it. But...

      The seller shook off his thoughts and said, "Ok, so you saw the for sale sign 'cause you got my number. You called me. You called me, not the other way around. I came all the way out here to show you my land."

      Yes to all three,

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