Earth Exposure
The nothingness of space envelops me
As I drift amongst a sea of stars.
Cold, unfeeling, this is the space we exist in,
Blackness darker than our inner shadows.
I look to the moon behind me.
It’s more cratered than my stomach on Polish sausage.
Looking at a ball of blue and green,
A photo shutter clicks, and my eyes fill with wonder.
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