Saturday, September 17, 2016

On this 50th Anniversay of Star Trek

This solo mission
of space exploration,
accreted psychic meditations,
tuned up
cosmic perambulations
incontinental
blasts of flash frozen
astronaut excrement
destined
to drift soundlessly,
immemorially
through
the vacuum of space
at

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