Free falling Astronaut
Man
you flew me.
Into some
outer
space.
Passed the galaxies.
Edge
of
infinity.
Floating
weightless.
Movement
effortless.
Suspended,
no gravity.
Out there
in
this
space
oddity.
See You,
man
in
the
moon.
Free
falling
back
to
earth.
Burning up
descending
fast.
Not equipped for this.
Rip chord pulling.
No chute,
free
falling.
Ground control.
Out of control.
Tell
me
what
to
do.
Can you hear me?
Calling,
free
falling
astronaut.
poem by Gary Kedron
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