Thursday, May 16, 2013

The astronaut mind

Rocket ship in flight

No wings to glide.

Unprepared for anything but high velocity straight up

Breaking atmospheric layers

No wheels to land,

No parachute,

No oxygen,

No route for evacuating.

Mentally there is no gravity,

The body?

Paragliding

Never ready for landing

I hit the ground in one piece and wonder where I’ve been.

Realism strikes me for a couple of weeks and I never prepare a new ship.

I just take off full blast, no plan of a land, no seat.

Blast off to anti-gravity.

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