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hello astronaut boy— how’s the moon?
it’s old man? yours? proud i’m sure.
sent you off like a first son, rocketed off
into outer space— i lost my mind in less
time than it took for you to leave the
stratosphere— i fear that that was your
design all along. wasn’t it? to disappear,
and leave me waiting down, down here,
looking up, watching shades of blue shift
and wondering if, if you were actually
nearer than it seemed— if the universe
were really like a side view mirror, showing
images, nearer than they seem to be.
i’m sure you’d say you are— in my heart—
closer than physical presence could bring
you— oh i’d redeem you if you took that
one back, i’d fall flat on my face, kiss the
ground and thank God for honest men—
but as it is your lies are thin and i see
straight through them— i’m climbing in
to my own space suit, protecting me from
the old spaces of you, in my mind, where
i can’t breathe, ‘cause it’s not air— it’s
something else— toxic.

astronaut boy, if you ever come down,
have some trouble planting your feet back
on the earth— for what it’s worth— i’ll
hand you a hand and it won’t mean more
than you think it should. it’ll just be one
being, being kind, to another. a friend.
yeah, in the end, that’s what we all need.
isn’t it? earth, sky & moon— they depend
on each other— don’t they?

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