They shouldn’t have sent an astronaut.
I’m suspended in a trio of darkness,
blithe unconcern.
The sliding lens of the subconscious
reflects the girth of dust embedded stars.
People think space is silent;
but the chirring of time,
like an insect in flight,
orbits within the mind.
Life is but 10 seconds
before
cyanosis, my hands are bruising
hypoxia, I can still breath
ebullism, adrenaline is still in my blood
I am forced to concentrate on what I can see -
stoic interstellar mediums
near me.
I’ve never seen anything more complete,
how can it be unabridged?
There is a certain loneliness,
wonder and fatigue
in holding an oxygen tank.
They should have sent a poet.
Author notes
This was inspired by a quotes from the movies "The Last Samurai" and "Contact".
A contest entry
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interesting take, & interesting inspiration source
Well Done!!
Thnx for entering & Best of Luck
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Hebz
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