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

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 46

surreal space poetry

Please fight
Get back
Now I am sure
This happened.

Completely flanked
Working alone
Weaker then
Finished off.

Fast
To the ground,
Through the air.
Fight!

End? End.

I doubt.

StarOops
The fog of war, the confusion of destruction, the madness of adrenaline

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 45

surreal space poetry

In ranks together
Arranged right
Down [to] the
End.

Rapidly and
Politely
Supplied

They understand
He understands,
All those scars
It'[s] not fair.

If you please
Fool
Hand it over.

Wish I knew? Something about a trial or a test?
Wish I knew? Something about a trial or a test?

STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 44

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Bitter work
Short silence[s]
Doubt whip[ped]
Down.

Out here, at
Least, you
Pick your
Own [death].

No rules,
And over.
Broken.
Quiet.

I think [and]
I feel
Better.

surreal space poetry
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