If you stop and think
way too much about it,
the world is slow motion ending…
Space
There’s an idea,
that if we send out a radio signal,
it never really dies…
It’s the place at home,
that feels like it’s own abode,
a true sacred space…
It would be quiet,
with every book in place,
and a small warm space…
The sky up above,
emptiness far down below…
Is there a space where,
the stories get to live,
when they go untold?..
Isn’t it funny,
that we can drive,
faster than ever before…
Far out in deep space,
Is a star’s imploding self…
We always imaging them,
so cold, metallic, and unfriendly…
Imagine quickly,
That we are alone in space…
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