Across the planes of a planet, the size Of Venus, right in the goldilocks zone, There is a Red Giant---so this planet Is where Pluto resides, and is well warmed. The red giant casts a sunset like glow Over the corn, and the Maize, with yellow sky And pink clouds. Continual sunset, peaks Of red clay stand on a plateau, across The horizon, a plateau larger than Everest in width, height and its red breadth. Sun sails pull a hexagonal beehive In a mushroom, in the red atmosphere, And there it pulls across the horizon. Threshing buggies made of wood thresh the corn And strong, farmer's bodies make the corn, throw It into barrels. A winding river, pink Swerves across the landscape, the grass a dull Burgundy against the sunlight. The sun High in the sky, at this planet's noontime... The clocks set for twenty-four hours of Babylonian base twelves. But it is Truly like a twenty-six hour day.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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