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Feb 2012
First contact made under the watchful eye of night
propulsion acquired into endless black sky
astronomical equations and distant discovery
all come together at the end of this journey

Space and direction become void, meaningless
time, an illusion, fading quietly into bliss
Sailing through vapors and silence eternal
drifting past clouds of gasses infernal
Benjamin Aptaker
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