Life Out There

 

We can only imagine ourselves in space

Place ourselves there

Somehow the blackness would be air to breathe

The planets reading lights

With far-flung stars become the neighborhood

With home a house made out of gravity

Some kind of place we might deserve

Among the stars

 

Planetoids might greet us, once again

(Pluto’s back)

Asteroids carry our messages

Faster words in comet-tails’

Skywriting

For something faster, send a meteor

But I think, when balanced right,

Dark matter will tell us all

We need to know, between each other

 

C L Couch

 

 

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