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 Aug 2015 astronaut
Poetic T
In my mind I feel, breath, think.

But I may touch upon things but
Never feeling them there.

I breath but I exhale nothing
But pure emptiness.

I think enough has been said.
and
you will know space
as an intelligent resource

so discovered
through the power
            of the pause



MChallis © 2015
79
I’m randomising,
This recycled poetry,
Glitch in the matrix.
89
Burning effigy,
Wheel of sparks the pendulum,
Pagan ritual.
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