Without NASA (a poem by Sheri)
Every day we discovered lost worlds
at the top of every hour at the top
of our heads looming in an idea taking
shape
making a scratch in the sky like a jet
making a burn mark go hard as a rock
the idea was to break distance into
separate worlds
speed up the hour and live with
inherent motion
it was something that could be done for
escape
instead of drowning in beer we took the
best thought
and went there instantly through space
and time
there are worlds I'm talking about with
you
ways to live in another way a better
way and
we defined habitation as a cycle of the
moon
I saw it happening to the naked soul
deep inside
we got there and grew fonder and fonder
of essence.
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