STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 14

Thanks to Teg for the photoshopping

 

Hear, blink, pick
Up I never landed.

 

With red around
The Others

 

At least
I could quit.
Concentrate on
Anywhere.

 

Start rampaging,
Without fear,
Hitting at doubt.

 

Rattled, and
Half paralyzed.

 

Yeah, I'm not really sure what happened here... Though it certainly fits the source material.
Yeah, I’m not really sure what happened here… Though it certainly fits the source material.

Author: falselogic

Doesn’t mix well with polite company; his two favorite topics being politics and religion. Would rather be out cycling, swimming, running, or camping. Misspent his youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

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