Mark O'Leary Where Vulcans ne'er dwell

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Mark O'Leary Elektro Poetry Where Vulcan's Ne'er Dwell Amok time where no man has gone, the conscience of the King makes us journey on, the Squire of Gothos and Galileo Sevens, Man in the Arena, meandering through heavens. Fridays Child, Wolf in the fold, to Omega Glory in Cargo hold, Return to Tomorrow, Patterns of Force, O Captain, my Captain the ship sails its course. For the World is hollow, I have touched the Sky, a Vulcan's tears, for they do not lie, Day of the Dove, with Spectre of Gun, the Tholian Web, here at last, the Sun. The Mark of Gideon, that which survives, the Way to Eden, onward one strives, All of your Yesterdays, Minders of Cloud, who mourns for Adonais, Elegy Aloud. Where Vulcan's Ne'er Dwell, a Phalanx of reasons, the Sentinel of the Citadel, A Man for Four Seasons.

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