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*How did a dead man in Reno
come to be a field of ink
in the Martian salt flats-?
It only took a whisper
An addicted civilian
driving the metaphor machine
the last man to voluntarily fly
asleep and well hidden
writing about his life
without survival techniques
Autopsy report says
he slipped at the hand rail
blemishing his planet
in riding time's escalator
a longing to see the stars up close
and give them new names
it's the future grim repasts
of cullen shores
from a cancelled earth
That silently floating figure
was a human all along*
~
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
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*How did a dead man in Reno
come to be a field of ink
in the Martian salt flats-?
It only took a whisper
An addicted civilian
driving the metaphor machine
the last man to voluntarily fly
asleep and well hidden
writing about his life
without survival techniques
Autopsy report says
he slipped at the hand rail
blemishing his planet
in riding time's escalator
a longing to see the stars up close
and give them new names
it's the future grim repasts
of cullen shores
from a cancelled earth
That silently floating figure
was a human all along*
~
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