The dilemma of space travel and those pesky neighbours, William !

The deck begins to move beneath my feet.
Storm clouds our mirror, begging not to see.
Hold nose against the stench of death so sweet.
The grunts and screams this hell I can not flee.
Our Birth Cries Out From Somewhere (Part VIII)
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William J Spirdione
Thief
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Apr 30, 2022
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The dilemma of space travel and those pesky neighbours, William ! -- bound to bring the worst out of you...and the best 😎-- Excellent sci-fi sonnet !
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