Remote

She calls to you as if you are imperiled,

an astronaut in some absolute zero,

caught –

doom reduces to a balcony

where birds nest in your hair,

trilling –

Entropy aspires to dead astronaut’s orbit.

Image Courtesy of tombud, Pixabay

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