Usual Writing Room, Usual Posture
The anxiety of morning wakefulness,
Lies, thinking something absent went off rails,
A forgotten trail, a forgotten track,
Completely lost within a collapsed tunnel.
Fear of cold, fever, sniffles,
Startles, life recruiting only hale explorers,
Within space the shuttle floats,
Everyone else must quarantine on Earth.
Distress awakes at midnight,
Thundering, storms rising,
Islands drowning in choppy seas,
Survivors breathing fiercely upon wet bellies of hope.
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