i wait for email that never comes from the glass eye on mars
the open martian eye hides the rocket blasting a plague of robots to the roses in my pocket but i wanted to be free so i walked down Aniara and no one with clothes dies on any other spaceship so i fly past her planet with a little blood on my fingers and gently stroke her trembling crimes as she eats flames between planets where no planetismal will creep in her lungs and cry for her flaming heart for the forgotten world of days tangled together in this ancient firepit where men and women stream like gas and dust from passing stars their thrilling dreams of gas and dust like snowflakes fall on distant hills and melt as droplets i can’t touch
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