I read somewhere once that,
people like me
never get to be
everything they wanted
and it may pain me to say
at risk of sounding cliché
I have to agree
But what did I know
as a little
twerp
to be an astronaut
and come home one day
with glass bones
and a shrunken heart
'cuz why does anyone want to go to space?
Running away and spreading apart
from the cloudy broth
of human fear
and dark sticky emotion
flying away in aluminum coffins
where only you know what you're going through
it's here
wedged deeply in the clay
that I learned
who I am
doesn't matter now
who had my DNA
in another life
lived in a different kind
of deep dark day
We Build the Kingdom — by Adam Ray Adkins from Locust #2.
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