STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 8

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!

The seconds follow


They get under you, throw you.

Confusion, yours

Is firm.

It lasts long, and longer


Then it’s gone.


Now you have


Unable to decide.

Without reflection,

Without company.


No help gained

By staying.


Cut the straps and


Its a scanned page!
This poem has a person! And they’re not dying. Though they may feel as if they are. The pressures and anxieties of life can seem like worse than death at times. It doesn’t really seem to matter who you are or what class you happen to be a part of. It’s part of being human. Letting go of the fact that you’re finite both spatially and temporally is terrifying. It’s also freeing…
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