to eat an apple core
bite into the hard black life force
(maybe even sprout a few leaves in my hair)
crunch, crunch, crunch
stick a finger in the fire
be a marshmallow
smoldering on the skin, blackening
melting on the in
side tracked by the
effervescent
buzzle of
neon bees
until open eyes
stare
beyond the bright white wall
into ?something
unmoving, numb irises
leaving
on the next ship to andromeda –
scheduled to depart at 10
(there will be complementary seeds)
we leave in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Unknown, possibly 2001
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