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*"...Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil..."
-- Psalm 23:4*
This Achilles' heel
— die for yellow
the abruptness has come
sick shoddy steam engines
bellow
Big blue undone
don't bite the sun
seek out satin
adrift in the flatlines
of this soaring dystopian stockpile
just as the flaming Icarus
fell in exile
Unlock the nearest far
but lose a hand in the cookie jar
cockpit burn
— what new color
do we learn?
Promise me you'll live
beyond yellow
and on re-entry I'll play
the hedonistic fellow
falling from the summit
— Breaking atmo
with so great a speed
like it or not
I'll soon be eternally
freed
Starburst
and static talk
ionized trails
and blisters of aftershock
Remembering the capsule
under the tongue
remembering the break-up
under the sun
Sensing fascination
in an endless stretch of graveyard
Duke of the avant-garde
this abstraction is now
my calling card
We're at the threshold here
reshaping into debris
and I'm wondering
just so wondering
if you will ever find me
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
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*"...Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil..."
-- Psalm 23:4*
This Achilles' heel
— die for yellow
the abruptness has come
sick shoddy steam engines
bellow
Big blue undone
don't bite the sun
seek out satin
adrift in the flatlines
of this soaring dystopian stockpile
just as the flaming Icarus
fell in exile
Unlock the nearest far
but lose a hand in the cookie jar
cockpit burn
— what new color
do we learn?
Promise me you'll live
beyond yellow
and on re-entry I'll play
the hedonistic fellow
falling from the summit
— Breaking atmo
with so great a speed
like it or not
I'll soon be eternally
freed
Starburst
and static talk
ionized trails
and blisters of aftershock
Remembering the capsule
under the tongue
remembering the break-up
under the sun
Sensing fascination
in an endless stretch of graveyard
Duke of the avant-garde
this abstraction is now
my calling card
We're at the threshold here
reshaping into debris
and I'm wondering
just so wondering
if you will ever find me
STS-107 was the 113th flight of the Space Shuttle program, and the 28th and final flight of Space Shuttle Columbia. An in-flight break up during re-entry into the atmosphere on February 1, 2003, killed all seven crew members.
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