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Dec 2018
I countdown time with

the astronauts,

in seconds

not in years.

We’ve visited

eternity

and returned

with stories

of foreign creatures

and unseen colors

and blackest

nights.

I haVen’t given you

much thought lately.

You’ve been more than

a day away from

my veins.

We’re attached to our machines,

the astronauts and I.

They won’t let us

float in space

anymore.
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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