Earth comes out of its greenroom
I bend at the window
looking through the glass
down upon its vastness
something out there is wrong
the future's not what it used to be
a shadow tells me
I feel mysterious today
a stranger to myself
I don't recognize my voice
objects outlive us
but we are more than an accident of stars
someday we will be infinite
breaking into the distance
by serene velocity
by delicate transitions
bringing us closer
to a renewed interest in happiness
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
Earth comes out of its greenroom
I bend at the window
looking through the glass
down upon its vastness
something out there is wrong
the future's not what it used to be
a shadow tells me
I feel mysterious today
a stranger to myself
I don't recognize my voice
objects outlive us
but we are more than an accident of stars
someday we will be infinite
breaking into the distance
by serene velocity
by delicate transitions
bringing us closer
to a renewed interest in happiness
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