I am an astronaut

falling up into the bowl of sky,

floating in the cosmic ocean.

Every thought is an echo

of what I feel, frozen

between the here and now,

weaved with the asking: who am i?

Hold out your hands if

you want to be held,

so I reached for the sky.

I am an astronaut

falling into a broken bowl,

I don’t belong here,

yet, I am not alone.

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