so, I put my name
in the clipper toward Europa.
everyone was doing it,
and why not? an easy stab
at immortality. what else
could one ask for? me, I am
greedy. I secretly wish
for the course to counter
against the maths some how,
veer off and land on a lesser
moon. perhaps Sponde. oh,
how nice. a chaotic trip
one can't make twice. such is life.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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