gliese another livable planet
that's what they assume to be
so many lightyears away, longer
than our lifetime, more out there
solution, research hibernation :)
send microbes to moon, grow
we did lots on this planet
it's trying to get rid of us
we shifted lots of weight
it has created a wobble
nobody wants to accept
disasters give me creeps
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gliese= maybe geisel... seilig
...or plain ge! lies or good earth lies.
(just mumbling into thoughts)
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I would like to translate this poem