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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Floating On the Star-Current of Sector Nine


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I pause in prideful wonder as I look about this space

No one can do what I can do, not a single other race

Effortlessly I coast along and with a single twist

I can turn and see a star-cloud like a scarlet mist.

 

I need no air to aid my lungs, no support for my arms

This void and empty infinity will never cause me harm

I somersault to view in awe a planet's colorful rings

Stroked into place as by the brushes that a painter brings.

 

Nebulae and gasses trundle through my eternety

Sparkle with irridescence to shift and swerve about me

Beyond I see a shooting star with tail that sparks and curls

And beyond that a dying orb that contorts into swirls.

 

I never wish to return home nor to see the ground again

This pleasant sense of weightlessness is better company than men

And each image is untainted by the travelling sense of time

I feel so small among it all, this universe sublime.

 

Forever I will drift out here among the orbs and clouds

I will sift among the planets and in and out of shrouds

Away from pain, away from gain, away from anxiety

Surrounded by the beauty that only I can see.

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