This morning I woke up with this wonderous desire,
To stare out out through the window into the Abyss.
On this fateful day, what do the devil's seem to conspire?
What is that great, blinding glow, that I can't resist ?
It it a star that has gone pulsar?
Once I'd checked my radar,
I'm astonished to find it a Quasar!
Alone, I stay, inside this Artificial satellite,
I don't think that this loneliness will get light.
The blasting quasar is producing a quiet reminance of twilight!
It only seems like yesterday, that I stepped in,
This multi-billion dollar suite, able to survive,
The Perils of Zero-Gravity, the suits with an itch on skin;
But, required nevertheless to keep me out there alive!
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Quatrains x4 of the Edge!
PoetryThese are my attempts at Quatrainx4 (16 Lined) poems! :D These poems in this group are made of mostly appreciative and some philosophical, some completely random ones!
