Satellite Observations
The satellite
Spins around
The revolving
Rock of blue
In the endless
Shade of night,
The emptiness
Time falls through.
From a distance,
From somewhere
Above the sky,
The Earth glows
Like a beacon,
A light house
Beside a sea
Of shadows.
The pylons dot
The surface
As pixels would
Dot a screen,
Imitating
Gleaming stars
Through the pulses
Of machines.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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