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Tight Spaces (There is No Plan B)

 

I drove past the airport today,
heard the numbers swirl,
saw the planes hanging, laden
with shrinking the world.


The last wilderness lies
fathoms below slide-rules
but I can feel the tremors
from submerged questions.


Faster, higher, deeper, farther
scatters our reach to the stars.
I haven't bought new shoes
in months — I have what I need.







Written by Atakti
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