Jupiter flows with chemicals,
disdain swollen on your tongue
since the time you've seen the planets mass
when your hand shook through the cloud
you withdrew karma from the sides
With a number!
The shuttle shrinks and spirals out
the light surrounding us is dimmed and forgotten
this invisible exit shows us how
our curiosity is not a gift; and now we've rotted.
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