Through Into the Universe
Being
one thousand
five hundred
light years
from you,
So far,
but yet,
so close,
I can see all of your covered thoughts.
I can feel all of your fading hopes.
Being
one thousand
five hundred
light years
from you,
So far,
but yet,
so close,
Existing in the sleeping
stage of your mind,
I thoroughly
scrutinized
your back and behind.
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