Not eternal
Not eternal
Too young to be the first to Mars, to the red, green, and blue banner
Too old to leave home, and brave the infinite
Dreams of exaltation built on earthly sand blown away by time.
parks come and go, but today has no rebellion
Alone with a billion others
With the ergosphere’s mighty swirl—am I exiled or home?
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Dandre Hernaquez
I am an aspie born to Mexican Immigrants in California. My interests besides poetry include astronomy, physics, robotics, learning a new language, and table top RPGs.
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