We weren’t meant to cling forever to this shell.
It gave us life and breath. It brought us up.
But we aren’t to suckle its breasts forever!
Out there is our destiny. Out there is our hope.
Out there is our survival. We have better things to do
than fear our shadows, to stockpile weapons against
our neighbors, to make war against those who dare strive
for something better.
I won’t see those distant stars up close. But I can visit them
in spirit; I can pull close to them as I stare up at night,
and I can dream of them in the dusty, earth-bound spaces
of my mundane days.
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Featured: Outpost Eleventy-One, by yours truly
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