i was right but now I’m left
fleeing the blue screen light i climb the corroded roof with a bottle of wine drinking alone on a roof top in the South-American desert with only the airglow above me as company frosted stars cycle of life the noise of heavy fans just beside the ESA compound in the desert night i always get sentimental by alcohol and depressed like hell a solar wind like nothing ever experienced so i set sail down the roof weightless by clumsy orbital trim manoeuvres and too much i was right and now I’m left under the body of stars far from spiked drag queens is see the first rays of sun as it rises behind barb wire fence
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