Miss Mabel stands on the Floor, Earth-like.
I only see her foot and ankle, because she is
about a million miles tall. The tip of her
left big toe and nail poke out the Ocean, but
I know it is obviously Mabel.
[4th grade, primary, art teacher, colours]
It's hydrogen, not enough oxygen, liquid
vapour carbon. Heat and death, no breath,
a wandering eye and desert-y Peace.
Cartoons play, still. I float on my butt,
my belly grassy. Can you see the computer
screen sky? No Earth, no atmosphere,
All stars are close now. Now we leave
The Last Time. Tis it beautiful?
Are we ever to recover viable soil?
9.17 a.m.
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