at home with
only Earth language
in his tongue
though his astronaut gravity
would rather talk Mars
206 million ks at perihelion!
(mantra, mantra!)
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updrafts of wishful,
purpose, dearth,
light-years speeding past
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while lifespan dwindles in pursuit
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flight of the im/possible
his childhood porthole tree
soaring in remembered
deciduous height
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his permanently fleshed limbs
too much an anchor
O Mars, red torment,
beloved orbital
free of junked Earth!
O
O O
O
waking, sleeping, incessantly
oh yeah!