Saturday, May 15, 2010


Red Giant
by Randal Schmidt

It is a strange feeling
To stand on the precipice
At the end of all things
With the scorched sea
Stretching endlessly before you.

Salvos thunder in the distance
Beyond time and imagination
Into heaps of desiccated dead,
Leathery skinned demons
Bake beneath our colossal star.

In the infinite expanse
Through vacuous systems
The immensity of silence
Is deafening.

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Randal Schmidt is a proud member of the Fightin' Texas Aggie Class of 2011 and a writer for a local publication, Maroon Weekly. He loves reading and writing almost as much as he loves his fiancee.


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