Explorer
of the darker recesses
I command you to explore...
Move forward to the launching pad,
Of human beings jettisoned
into private space,
Where money no doubt
changes hands,
Explorer your timid ecstasy
needs replenished,
Forget all normal activities...
You are like a twisted new Moon,
Staring at a world you unhesitantly
left,
Far beyond this there is another reality,
And that's the one where few people
ever pretend they go, but dream of...
Or like beautiful skin strewn
on warm soft blankets,
with legs apart,
Eden like
with transformative pastels -
'wish you were here! '
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