space lamentation number 4c/draft 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
Silent be my wagon bumping along rutted pioneerless trails
Becalmed am I, aship windless seas far from the cape of good hope
Friendless in perpetual night, blinded am I in astarless darkness
Loneliness accelerates alone, daily salt brings sudden death
Sadness times sorrow, the moon is my pillow, space dust my final resting place
Softly silent melancholy melody drifting from earth; recollection rekindles rebirth
Spheres in motion produce trade winds and I begin to drift homeward.
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