terrestrial blues

‘tis here
upon this rock
I shall die
(probability provided)
a blip
in
a beam
upon a screen
weighed thorough
with sentient dream(s),
unshy anxieties
and oh, the fears
withstanding, yet,
still
soft demanding

so,
aside the ultimate
unseen-
what hope be?

none…
just this-

a book,
pictured and pop-up
studiously embraced
by
some fresh-born child
and, to
enthuse
enough imagination
and make
from such,
adventure(s)
out
in the vast
outside

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