Saturday, March 18, 2023

To Escape The Gravitational Influence Of A Primary Body

sold nature for an oblong belonging 
obtuse human alien crouched
huddled fearful back of the mind 
bin where trash culture collects
ripe for the picking
arbitrary constructed beauty standards
preoccupation with collagen lips
grafted skin on a razor thin skeleton
perpetually arriving life of the party

thick cut it with knife tonight the silence 
empty elevators ascending the mountain
into orbital chaos rife with confusion 
space trash forever falling forms a boundary
out beyond the known gridded symmetries
black holes flung out from galactic center
vast vacuum ambient energy

the anxious freedom latent calling
this does not require empty space

familiar pain home fear concepts chains
laws rules restrictions constraints
resource paucity

the question is however the same
how to reach escape velocity

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