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by Karen Kegel
Email: Kkegel@aol.com
Aligned with blinding stars and moonlit dust He lifts a sagging world with reckless Art A duke uncrowned, too pure for royal rust Unleashing soul with Truths his voice imparts The man who fell to Earth an ashen mime Aroused by dying eyes besmirched by "wrong" Became a hero scaling walls of Time Humanitarian by word and song Each year reborn, cocoon for years to come His interstellar chords unchanged by fame Suburban houses temples for the hum Of rebel Major Tom's galactic claims An architect of Earthlings' inner light, He paints the sounds of life's immortal night
