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Outpost Eleventy-One: Digital Art by Shawn Michel de Montaigne

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.


From Fractalverse: Volume One


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