Classic poem of the day
The eternal gates lift up their heads,
The doors are opened wide,
The King of Glory is gone up
Unto his Father's side.
And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,
A light still bright behind the cloud
That veils thee from our eyes.
Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds,
And let thy grace be given,
That, while we linger yet below,
Our treasure be in heaven;
That, where thou art at God's right hand
Our hope,......
Member poem of the day
brine time
The sun bakes the collectors,
Feeding the high-rises to the south.
Trickle-down electronics feed the locals power too,
Bleeding a few watts to each plastic shanty.
Living on brine shrimp
mutated to catfish size
(when we say jumbo we mean it)
And halophytic vegetation,
The power's used to run lights and pump brine
for a little passive cooling.
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