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The first stanza really grabbed me. Was it the astronaut’s afterthought that destroyed the earth or the act of leaving earth in the first place? It almost feels like the opening to a sci-fi story where an astronaut has accidentally hit the wrong button and somehow decimates Earth instead of an asteroid? So we are birthed into a new beginning, one we weren’t expecting. In the rest of the poem we seem to see the light winking out, both humanity in the second stanza and the stars in the third. A collapse into a black hole perhaps, or a harkening back to the beginning with another big bang to come.
Often Mumbled Musings 
very unusual …
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Uh thanks?
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The first stanza really grabbed me. Was it the astronaut’s afterthought that destroyed the earth or the act of leaving earth in the first place? It almost feels like the opening to a sci-fi story where an astronaut has accidentally hit the wrong button and somehow decimates Earth instead of an asteroid? So we are birthed into a new beginning, one we weren’t expecting. In the rest of the poem we seem to see the light winking out, both humanity in the second stanza and the stars in the third. A collapse into a black hole perhaps, or a harkening back to the beginning with another big bang to come.
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Thanks so much! Yes this one is quite abstract and fictional. I have no idea what drugs I’d been slipped beforehand 😳
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Now that’s a black hole moment. … Sometimes compression only turns poems into twigs, but this has enough roots to weather the astronaut’s brief howl.
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