Closed
Loop
The
digger fouled up,
That’s
the only explanation.
Programmed
to expand the colony,
Sent
ahead to dig more tunnels,
It
took a wrong turn somewhere,
Maybe
a bug, or a virus
Scrambling
the programming,
Whatever
the cause,
We
woke to find ourselves living in a Klein bottle,
Every
tunnel simply leads to another,
None
will take us out.
The
outside world:
Mars
City, Mars itself, yada yada,
Might
as well have been destroyed,
Maybe
it was,
And
maybe this was deliberate,
Maybe
somebody in here
Really
pissed off somebody important,
Out
there.
Meanwhile,
Betsy wants to see her mom,
Working
topside when it happened,
Grandma
and grandpa,
sunsets.
I
miss them too,
And
I’m knocking on the walls.
Is
anybody listening?
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