i shaved my
beard
and a strange
sense
the calm to me
returned
like in the old
days
when shear ing
locks
to
make/beg
the voices stop
move from once moment
hurtling through space
black starred blank
blink less
dialed in as
willing participant
receiving transmittal
conveyance divinity and then
wire cut
shorn of antennae
to the gods
and once again
stupid and happy
hapless astronaut
/now/ reluctantly /still/
but breathing easy
cell phones
thrown
to earth's ocean
for now
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