Lost..cycling
Unknown changes appear
A quantum trigger
Lead to the stars
As wandering visions
Filled our eyes, our sky’s
The cloud bulwark
Did not cover the truth
Free orbiting strangers
Appeared, to be hidden by
A glaring lie, manufactured
To cover the mystery
As the once stalwart guardian
of northern sky left his post
The truth was made plain
And, that which was
Is no
More.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe