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breathing is space

while the ticking of impenetrable blackness

surrounding

this landmine and I

remains

clear as day

and there are no daffodils or

stop signs

there are no chess players laughing

and my attire consists

of an astronaut helmet

I found floating

years ago.



The universe is a lonely place but



there is just something about billion-mile distances.