Space

We are not looking earth-rise
Nor new Pluto by a definition.

We only seek our coordinates,
Our tiny space outside an egg.

Our fetus grows with its dying.
Egg breaks humongous space.

We are nomads seeking space
We seek bramble, camel pass,

A long necked camel in space
Comic necked, laughing space.

We are a continuum’s closing,
Emptied content, a flesh zero.

We are in final throes of space
To die with a dignity in space.

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