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Poems by Inchiki
asbestos dream
held underwater by society's hands
after the initial kick i am happy
to go limp and float as if dead
i admire the reeds - my new friends
and odd fish with bulging eyes
opening and closing mouths silently
after a week i enter a new state
of weightlessness and i realise i have
achieved escape velocity
and am alone in space with no control
over my direction unimpeded tumbling
among the asteroids and satellite debris
only a distant radio signal growing weaker
from the last beacon of contact
increasingly fragile in a wilderness of absence
