If we take the step to enter into the stratosphere of another
with a touch
a word
a thought
a look
is it then a hospitable planet
Is our prottective equitment line and helmet and spacesuit intact?
we do not want the line cut off leaving us informeless oxygenless space
lost in the void of dark thoughts
a word can become a seed of being
thoughts and feelings
planted and grown in relationships or drops of blood on soured milk
do we scream our thoughts into those we love?
float around in our own emptiness and ask why?
the computer is arguing with my poem
to every line I write it deletes something
like divorces and deleted relationships
my friend said it is the bad things you remember
but actauuly what really hurt were the words of kindness or gestures I THOUGHT were real and wanted so much to believe
later calling myself stupid
but I do not think now that anyone is STUPID for loving
for being the brave astronuat
donning the equipment like an old movie of the sea
a sea of time and space and feeling
with a few plinks on the keyboards here
we send messages across space
acoss TIME and we wait
and wacth and see if anyone
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