icarus

by underswansea

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ISON flew too close. Now all the talk about it becoming a brilliant comet can be filed away. It reminds me of a metaphor, saying the closer you are to something the less you can describe it or the less left over. That may not make sense, but somehow, I understand it.  Venus is bright beside a crescent moon. The eagles are lurking on the edge of town, like derelicts ready to pounce.

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