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The Home Planet Vanishes
You left slowly, watching the world grow small
in the viewport. Children, poets, gathered there
wondering, as seasoned travelers never did.
It's different now. Ships jump and planets fall
away. Remember the otherwhen and where
you left slowly, watching the world grow small?
In that once-upon-a-time you were a kid,
your parents up front, too involved to stare
in wonder. The seasoned travelers never did.
Then, safe return was not assured. Leaving called
for adult calm. They talked of work, fought nightmare,
left you, slowly, watching the world grow small.
Too young to know of danger, they thought. Doors slid
shut behind them. You weren't. You knew, yet you stared
wondering, as seasoned travelers never did.
You dreamed. By minutes, by years, one by one, all
of us off-planet stopped recalling home, where
we'd left, slowly watching the world grow small.
An instant came when none remembered. The ball
vanished. No thoughts would call it back. No where
to leave slowly, watching the world grow small,
wondering, as seasoned travelers never did.
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