Instant lift off. In orbit,
Feet give way to an automation set
To rhythmic heartbeats enumerated
By the mind. Elliptical shapes join
In the culmination of meters.
A planar surface leaning against
The ground rises up to stars
Twinkling like diamonds tucked
In velvet. The eastern sky glows
In shades much lighter, acting
As a guide in the absence of the moon
On this medial night. Twelve circuits
Permeate the space becoming manifested
In time. The first revolution, comes
Unknown, inevitable, common. Once
Logged, the countdown begins.
Figures move about, lurking in shadows
Without faces, intent unknown, ominous,
Perhaps innocent on twin expeditions.
Mission not aborted, safety sensors
Engaged. The constellations take center
Stage. Then suddenly Orion. Magnificent.
Heart pounding, arms in pendulum motion,
Legs reaching to catch up, teeth clenched.
The last stretch coming.
Never close enough, never good enough,
Despite all efforts. Running side
By side with Leo
And leaving Cygnus behind.
The end is coming, give it all.
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