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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.
91
Lapses in judgement,
It’s beautiful beautiful,
Errors of the soul.
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