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
          buzzle of
                    neon bees

until open eyes 
beyond the bright white wall
into ?something

unmoving, numb irises

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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