I, Spaceman
This existential horror turns our hand collectively.
By Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 9 years ago • 1 min read
I, spaceman, lover of sugary things,
with eyes wide open, floating about.
A total black monstrosity holds me bedazzled and blankly.
Kinda weird.
This existential horror turns our hand collectively,
"Our cosmic dance is a fart!"
I bring my neon astro-heart, space baby,
chromatic rainbowed prism.
I want grace in my fall.
"Weird guy, we were never enemies".
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