STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 36

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[I] seem
Happy, careful.
All of Space
[to] travel
I was
Wrong
Psychologically,
Biologically.
I didn’t care,
They used me
[An] experiment.
Relax,
I’d done
All right.
High [on]
The Homecoming
[Here] it’s all
Down.
false hope, recognizing betrayal and insanity, hanging on to the thought of going home
false hope, recognizing betrayal and insanity, hanging on to the thought of going home

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 35

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Do you know?

Not a blessed
thing

cool off
shake out
save power

See you if
I see you

Nobody saw
I know

Paranoia, whispers to self, reassuring madness
Paranoia, whispers to self, reassuring madness

Fog bank

photo taken by Timothy Richard Lavelle

Fog rolls in
rolls out.
An ethereal tide
that brings old
memories and dreams.
Images of what was
and what will be.
I lose myself
in the lullaby
of motion.

Today is forgotten
as I am caught
up in yesterday.
Tomorrow
slips away,
and time edges on
heedless of me.

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 34

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Obedience,
Privilege,
Obligation,
Service.

[The] phrases
Rolling over
[Me]
Unstoppable.

I didn’t know…
What I..

Do better…?

Go!

The words we say are meaningless until someone hols us to them.
The words we say are meaningless until someone hols us to them.