I Can Only Give You Everything.
silence from our robot
at the edge of known space
here in uneasy orbit
humans phantoms chase
nothing but a cam'ra
the size of a small car
the exploration era
didn't get very far
now you are flotsam thrown
back into our dreaming
bloodshed in the gloaming
flourishes ever green
Rabbit's Moon. ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
"When there is nothing left, there will still be sand." --The Book of Questions
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