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Skylight Harvests Sunlight, Reduces Energy Costs
Sunlight radiates all around me, my dwelling lit by stars, me, by life, beast, by breath, seas by the glint of goodness. I'll reap what is sewn by what is known.

Scientists Still Struggle to Identify 9/11 Remains
Reminders of death are rigid things. Tokens of reason are elusive things. Floating particles, drifting dust and bone enter my lungs to remain.

Quake a wake-up call for Eastern U.S.
Alarms summon me to work, summon me to play and summon me to church. The Mother summons me to do something long before my alarm’s minuscule quake…

Hurricane Irene targets East Coast, many evacuate, cities brace
She’s not aiming for any particular coast, she’s being pushed against her will, madness pushing against joy. I've angered her, used her long enough, she’s unhappy, not mad…

Mexico casino attack leaves 53 dead
Place your bets on hate, this wasn't an act of love. So take your money. Lay claim to your prize, love's been rolled again- snake eyes!


© 2011 by mark prime

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