STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 17

Thanks to Teg for the photoshopping

Trouble.
It'(s) burning
Hard, smoke
Thick.

Echoes
Muster fast.
Seconds left
And…

Bumbled,
Clicked off
And out
Dead.
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Trouble stands out when you are alone in space. Accidents can quickly become fatal. But, what is it like to die? Is it binary? On and off. In and out. Clicking on and off…

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.

One thought on “STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 17”

  1. There’s a modern dance troupe in Santa Cruz that calls itself “Crash, Burn, and Die”. You might check them out.

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