Pain is Universal

There are times I must leave this planet

and speak with the spheres who know

the pain of loneliness and isolation.

They have learned to live in silence,

sending out soundings to one another,

a low hum that draws them together

in the set course of their circular paths.

My ship is green with gray highlights.

A 2-dimensional black orbital byway

guides the daily commute to and from,

where I float amongst celestial beings,
colleagues, coworkers, and clones.

I reach out with the hum of who I am,

harmonics filling the gaps between us.

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