citizens of there

a poem, dedicated to my brother

Take care
on the transit
from Saturn
to Sirius,
there’s
nothing out there
except time
to get curious
to think
to despair
to fear
what else could be
out there?

just
what
is
out there?

Dim the lights,
secure the hangars,
that’s an order!
all hands
to your cryo-sleep chambers!
we’ll sleep this
thinking off

and wake up when we’re there.
When we’re strangers.

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