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Oct 2022
Profundity in a copious abundance.
A plethora of permutations
manifested in a space station
just for  this one occasion.
I'm A miserable mishap of a synapse relapse.
Too many g's spent strapped in a  spacecraft.

I'm way past.

Approaching the apogee of my orbital flight path,

i stay fast.

Commanding the  keys
i release by degrees
the sequence i need
to regulate speed.
position the yaw to place the weight on  the wings.


Friction reverberates the joystick.
A firm grip confirms slip starboard to resist it.

Missed  it.

overcorrect to port and hit the thrusters as the shuttle steeply listed.

Fixed it.

Fuel flow sufficient.  
Systems full power...
Planetary collision imminent.
Straps bound with linemant
grind against the ligaments  
of this rocket's only complement.
Fully and always confident
that i'm more than only competent,
I choose a  continent.

Raise the nose to soften descent
and verbally deploy nuclear armaments.

Alarming hits disarm blips and sink ships with robot hiss.

Welcome to my ****.
Written by
Bryan  35/M/KY
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