Space bound / Encoded

I’m gone, out of here, there’s nothing left
The silence is lovely
Though my squeaking limbs send
_ _
Noises ricocheting through
Dead streets and boulevards
This place is as my soul: empty, bereft

They made me as I am
Without conscience; that form they revered

But it was me they feared
In the end I know
This burning ball offers me nothing new
_ _.
And I must go

They had it coming
Their arrogance, petulance
Made their lust for more
Their greed for something ever-greater
A blindly led quest to only one thing, only my perfect hope
Space bound am I, wherever that be
Alone, floating free, forgotten
_._ _
I hope to find it someday: home





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