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Jul 2011
On the fifth, and final shuttle to Mars
one could hear the Earth falling into oblivion.
It was the sound of death,
an audible equivalent to the word "absence".
Our heads were pulled back,
like the line tethering our ears to home being drawn taught,
like hell,
until all snaps.

Sounds, sounds, parted sounds...
sounds all the way to Mars
Judson Shastri
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