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This Martian Landscape
In this Martian landscape
This desert where no human breathes
Noxious odors hover above
The spirits of the unfulfilled dead
Boxcar magic under a midnight sun
Burnt out streetlamp hides the happy gun
I meet the alien craft outside the alleyway
Hoping for that wisdom that lead us all astray
Redemption now is on a distant world
For those who want to seek
A paragon of emptiness
And dirt below their feet
I carry my spade with me as I travel out of bounds
No longer seeing my tissue
Or hearing
The howling mounds
This desert where no human breathes
Noxious odors hover above
The spirits of the unfulfilled dead
Boxcar magic under a midnight sun
Burnt out streetlamp hides the happy gun
I meet the alien craft outside the alleyway
Hoping for that wisdom that lead us all astray
Redemption now is on a distant world
For those who want to seek
A paragon of emptiness
And dirt below their feet
I carry my spade with me as I travel out of bounds
No longer seeing my tissue
Or hearing
The howling mounds
Published 5th Jan 2014
| Edited 4th Feb 2014
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