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A Poem.

Alien Visitation

A second crew with whom to mourn
Th’ uncaptained flight of being

Back-up pilots from the planetary bush
Their super-accelerator a higher-order joke

On our common want of a destination
An estimated time of the arrival of meaning

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Flying at 88,000! Boiling the calm Pacific!

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Then, taking a seat in our cabin to share
Camusian notes on the silence of the universe

Margaret Soltan, December 20, 2017 5:19AM
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