Saturday, July 2, 2016


Pushing Light

We were going so fast,
When we passed back through the Terran system,
That I missed it entirely,
I had bent over to pick up a pen
That Charles had carelessly let fall
Old Sol was a red speck in the rearview
When I straightened up.
I hate him.
At the rate we're going,
I'll hate him till the end of time.

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