men, poetry


He floats


Sealed in twice over

Reality will kill him

And the suit he wears

Keeps him alive

But the stars call

And he wants to bask

In their light

Without a barrier


In space

In time

Sometimes he wants

Someone to tell him

He’s good at what he does

But he fears it might

Expose him

An aside, a withdrawal

Like a stray meteorite

Punching through with

Silent velocity

Space is lonely

For the astronaut

But he remains as long

As there’s air to breathe


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