there was enough sparkle
for the landing,
which was not
a small affair.
one flash of light
but no smoking pistol.
there's no sign of life,
just the power to charm.
but do you remember
the bills we have to pay?
after five years
of humble pie or bitter fruit
it seems there’s nothing i can do.
i heard a rumor from ground control
i won’t be king
but no, love, we’re not alone.
if there's life on mars
really never was the point.
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I'm telling myself that I'm warming up. I'm not even convinced I can call this "my" poem.
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