One Light Year North

Watch your speed, he said.

Though in me, dread.

I asked not where we went.

All curiosity spent.

I watched, in horror.

The closer we were.

To the guardrails they call life.

Does it really take so much strife?

To say we bin there.

Now, we’re all square.

Take as much sand as you need.

(and pound it)

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