Family Stardust

As we rocket away

The round blue life gets smaller and smaller


Our provisions will outlast us

A commune in a tin can where

Love may exist


We have board games

And telecommunication (between o-five-hundred and six)

We have ancient writings

And we have our mandated journals

Logging in every day

And every day we write less and less

Of the blue marble

And more and more about our love


One that flickers causing anomalies

On the screens of scope watchers

Light years away



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