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

surreal space poetry


Just my
Honor sir.

Not yet.

As you wish

I don’t know

Help me!

Flying through
Paralyzing li[ght]

Fast, almost, [as]

Motion slowed, fall[ing]


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

Author: Jonathon

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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