poetry

Styxish

domo arigato

That’s dare-us.

A pale blue dot.
You’re not quite here…

But there, in this photo—
Barely a pixel.

Some whistled-dismissal.
A Mr. Roboto-stare;

An 80s grotto;
Our nowhere-near—

Just stardust.

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