Shattered in the glass deep-sea
Combed the daylight for my body
It was lost in the sun’s stomach
Rose on a bending of galactic cries
Twisted in the loss of my face
Sharing the fire scent of space
Love makes a night complete
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“From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.’” – Edgar Mitchel [US Navy Officer & Astronaut]
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Gazing above, he felt impossibly small.
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Catch all of the stars
Keep them shut in mason jars
Cool drink of deep space
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.
“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?” ― Virginia Woolf
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