Family Stardust

by David Andrés Alíx

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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