the round clock
time tock
shape
I am there
I am not
a blue blip on a blue map screen
relay information
direction
in which to go
denied location
forward & down
six feet in light years
a million million billion miles
an hour away
wrinkled smile
facial recog
dream light cam
mounted on the precipice
top most peak of earth
mankind
rain down
disturb the quartz-like clouds
solar swell
the curved broken edge
flat memory superimposed
mythical structures
lost planet's lost people
lost me
adrift
in space
tethered to the sun
slowly suffocation fetish takes hold
cooked to crisp
in artificial life
deficient of the answers to come
set to silent
outerspace mode
what come after life
beloved by empty limits of our dream
to
substitute what has passed
for what is
present
the round world
is smashed down
on paper
scanned
uploaded into the sky
shines but a while
is marked for deletion
by the future children of the colonial age
I am left to be one of those old fashioned things
better off
forgotten
tied to the umbilical cord of old worlds
outmoded
set adrift at launch to lighten the weight
burning backwards
burning along with
doomed earth
doomed sun
doomed minds.
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