Space from Live* by Alisoun

(I'm escaping to the one place that hasn't been corrupted by capitalism ... Space)

Seven years asleep in space
And not a single cell replaced
Machines still animating me
To burn away the atrophy

The radio, long since dead
Relaying reruns through my bed
Where crackling crooners were my guide
I come to life, still closed inside


With warming blood, and bleary eyes
I expectorate my cries
Against the glass, I tug my wires
To see past all that I've inspired

The LEDs that light my home
Are fireworks against the dome
That stands so strong, protecting me
From moving independently


And I let go
The moon is moving on
And I let go
Soon I'll see the dawn

It's easy
To sleep now
I'm tired
And so high
There's nothing
Above me
Below me
A far cry
You don't need
To love me
I can't see
How or why
It's easy
Without me
This machine
Will still fly

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