1st Place -- $250![]()
Stephen J. Wersan, Ph.D.
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Once he slept, then he awoke
And climbed the wind on wings of smoke;
On wings of smoke he gained the air
And infiltrated everywhere.
A quiet man, immune to fame
Is borne aloft on wings of flame
Wherein his atoms ever seethe
And dwell in every breath I breathe.
Parts per billion lost in space,
Vagrant bonds your steps retrace,
Be once more the smile of him,
His lusty sinew, hardy limb.
There is one thing I surely know:
It is that I'll be next to go,
But by this fact I am set free
To be the man I ought to be.
Am I a chesspiece, gutless fool,
A simpering sentient molecule?
No, I must sing, my voice must shout
Before the breath of life gives out!
Parts per billion in the sky,
Turn on me your loving eye;
Gentle one ... look down on me.
See the specters that I see.