STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 17
Trouble.
It'(s) burning
Hard, smoke
Thick.
Echoes
Muster fast.
Seconds left
And…
Bumbled,
Clicked off
And out
Dead.
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…
Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a 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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There’s a modern dance troupe in Santa Cruz that calls itself “Crash, Burn, and Die”. You might check them out.
There’s a modern dance troupe in Santa Cruz that calls itself “Crash, Burn, and Die”. You might check them out.