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title | published |
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Breach | 2019-02-27 |
i sit at my laptop, my companion my friend
looking out over my domain, the world is on fire
the moons are crumbling, the stars are dying
i pack my things, the things i like, the things i need
with an aura of regret, i crawl into a comet
and set my way to the stars, distant, yet bright
sending out signals as i go
im here, im alive
a desperate attempt at making contact
i travel, alone, silent, until i recieve something back
we’re here, we’re alive
a blinding blue vortex appears in front of me
painless and calm, it engulfs my small comet
i land on my planet, shiny and new
and send a message to the stars
im home
another breach, theyre only getting easier
the future is here
:wq