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Echoes of laughter come to me From deep within the chambers of my ship Where are the voices coming from- I was alone at the start of my trip. Are they real or imagined? Faces appear and disappear None I recognize as being mine. They are always watching when I sleep, when I bathe, when I work, when I dine- All of the time. Are they real or imagined? If two years in space have weakened me What can I expect from the next three? I can sustain my life, I know But can I sustain my former reality? I want to believe it is happening, and not just a holo-image of my brain. The visitors are more frequent now- I’ve made a breakthrough to a higher plane. Are they real or imagined? Am I real or imagined?
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
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Echoes of laughter come to me From deep within the chambers of my ship Where are the voices coming from- I was alone at the start of my trip. Are they real or imagined? Faces appear and disappear None I recognize as being mine. They are always watching when I sleep, when I bathe, when I work, when I dine- All of the time. Are they real or imagined? If two years in space have weakened me What can I expect from the next three? I can sustain my life, I know But can I sustain my former reality? I want to believe it is happening, and not just a holo-image of my brain. The visitors are more frequent now- I’ve made a breakthrough to a higher plane. Are they real or imagined? Am I real or imagined?
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
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