The Astronaut

The Astronaut

Falling fast I hotly sear
Through blank skies dark
To blue isles clear

They shimmer in new-found light,
(All else obscur’d)
Features alight

Cautious, foolish contentment
Left far behind
Gravity beckons

Falling fast I hotly sear
Through blank skies dark
To old times dear


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