STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 47

surreal space poetry

 

Just my
Honor sir.

Not yet.

As you wish
Sir.

I don’t know
How.

Help me!

Flying through
Paralyzing li[ght]

Fast, almost, [as]
Thought.

Motion slowed, fall[ing]

Sorry.

Loneliness, flying through space, orders given, order lost, talking to self

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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