metallic storms
this little planet
collects preciousness
from throughout the galaxy
this ring shines
from outside energies
we’ve yet to understand
the established gods
refuse to assign value
for what is worthless
without ending
where would we begin
march two thousand thirteen
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jdubqca 
I like this very much, John – love the first and last stanza. Nice! K
thanks Kathleen – this one went through many revisions and is probably still evolving….
well then I am really looking forward to reading it again! K