Kepler 452b and Kepler-186f:
been there.
forgot.
cannot sleep anymore.
these earth-like places must have been
as inhospitable as my mind now.
no use.
i must live with myself, follow
a path on unsafe ground until.
words must stay lonely, to be blown into
the wind of night.
they are an invention, nobody knows
how to listen. nobody wants to
because everybody knows they are futile.
love is an idea, hope is punishment.
truth is rubbish. feeling is useless.
sleep is mercy, dreams are poison.
i learned this in extraterrestrial space.
turning. turning. turning.
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