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Wake and Wonder Adam DiFilippe Wonder


A blue hue frosts the waking world.

Mechanic eyes bleed red upon the wet asphalt, accenting the oil spilt rainbows.

As earth opens its eyes; like dawn’s gate, pouring forth an ocean of paint; brush strokes, unrushed and certain, faint waves of a dreamscape.

But humans took hold of the Canvas; and created their own paints, desperately hackingwith machines and math,

But each dawn will bring dusk, and in that dreamy time mankind will always gaze at the heavens; (superiority being their art) Rocketing crafts of steel; unnatural beings of size, yet still dwarfed by the natural denizens; The cosmic fireballs and astral bodies, that combined make the universe, quietly holding man’s soul in its grasp; Making us dream

Making us weep.


Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  

Volume 12 Issue 1--Fall 2010