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exosolar: what have i done what

past is present was future blather
forgotten to be forgotten
what have i done

thought in a flattened room
with slitted windows and
slithering aurorae
of scarlet light
what was it

through those windows
a linear horizon close so close
that florid band
i could touch in hand
if i could touch

touch in this place
a pustular red sun
circles that horizon
forever setting
what foul thing have i

putrid stink of decay
i slide the waste
into blacker black
between windows
i could smell under vacuum
if i could smell

asinine timeless stir
redundant liar imposter
fool i thought i should think

of another thing in this room
in the next room
the next

i hear it murmuring
in that impossible void
i could see it beside shadows
if i could see

what have i done

light ribbons narrow
void past sight loudens
low rumbling of the predator
i could hear it behind silence
if I could hear

heavy paws tread on stone
deciding pacing deciding
what have i done