if I could,
I would pin myself upon
the celestial realm,
shake free my earth body
and let it drop.
I would ride a red rocket
and map criss cross adventures in space
burning my passage into the ether
a trace for you to follow
if you slip behind
what's obviously form
beneath the thin blue skin of death
another world appears
in the distance
a carnival of the unknown
blisters and marks places
yet to be reached
S.D.
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