I feel frozen in time.
I look around and
imagine I’m on some sort of space shuttle,
Surrounded by teams of
researchers wondering what went wrong;
I’m the one without any
oxygen left in the tank.
These murmuring voices
tell me everything,
Though none of which I
can hear –
I know I’ve only just
arrived, but
I think it’s time to
go.
Our sun, this one
completely normal star,
With its gases and
fire, and
Its burning, pressurized
core desires release,
Though the outward
restraint of laws, and of measurable influences
Will not allow it.
As I step outside, I
look up at this Sun and squint my eyes
In response to its
brilliance, but
Also, I try to take a
closer look
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