Interstellar Dreams (a poem)

Interstellar dreams
Are with me all the time
Strange planets that always seem
So peaceful and sublime

Interstellar dreams
Without gravity or remorse
Making love to cosmic queens
The vision always distorts

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Floating, Weightless (a poem)

Screaming stopped, here in
black voids of deep space
floating, weightless, atoms being
torn apart –

they can’t hear me now, mission control,
cracked open without a trace
dying, shapeless, our bodies drifting
far apart –

Mission is complete,
alien intelligence secured –
artifacts like Rubik cubes,
touch them & they blow apart,
floating, weightless
consciousness survives –

we are stardust among red stars,
dark voids so spacious
becoming one with dark matter
of shapelessness –
floating, weightless
drifting far apart.

(Photo by NASA on Unsplash)