losing ground control

it tis often said
we go to Far Place
to find ourselves

i know it says in the manuals
that you must sllep/before the launch
but who could dever dream of sleep. . .

i climb into the dream of steel and glass
the resraints bute
tthe air cuts cold across my face
as they seal the hatch

we ckimb screaming into anelectric blue sky
running toward the sun
to a placce above the world

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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