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I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres

Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream

Into the starkness of the capsule

Where two of our crew still lie suspended cool

In their tombs of sleep

The nagging choirs of memory

The tubes and wires worming from their flesh

To machinery

I would have to cut

Such midwifery is but one

Function of the leader here

Floating in a sac of fluid dark

A clear century

Of space away from Earth

While one man stirs from the trauma of his birth

Attending to the hypno-tapes

Assuring him that this is reality

However grim

Our journey’s end

Landing itself was nothing

We touched upon a shelf of rock

Selected by the automind

And left a galaxy of dreams behind

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