Mars

I want to go to Mars.

And among the Martians
my secrets will lie.
Among the lies.

I’ll fight
my demons.

                                                                          A bright orange sky.

Humanity will prosper

                                            Here.

Potato farm
Nursery
Telescope fixed on Earth.
                                                                         Transfixed with Earth.

I’ll look out.

                                         To the stars.

                                                                         Empty space.

                                                                                                                                        Alone.

                                                                          Helmet off.

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