Lost Cosmonauts

 

Zdravstvuyte

                            

Gasp again, consecrate the silence

In this lonesome sepulchre

 

Hostility in fading droplets of water

On a creased brow

 

Bleeding ink in the corners

In the shrinking haze

 

There’s bliss in carbon dioxide

In the exchange

 

And we’ll spin away

into a faltering radio transmission beyond…

ping… met

… in the burning…chay

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