each streetlamp a stationary star
each house a planted planet
rooms countries behind gated walls
sometimes at war
bed is a state with
blankets sheets bodies rumpled topography
like a pillow hill and
head the city teeming with life
that sometimes doesn’t sleep
we are worlds apart
i would come to you
make friends of interstellar neighbors
we could teach each other much i’m sure
i only wish i had the technology
until then
this is my interplanetary probe poem
saying we are here
hi there
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