268 – Prelude

Not one,
Not many,
Not even something.

A floating empty husk,
With nothing left to lose.

At the Lagrange point.

Wobbling between
Leaping for the stars
Or a fiery re-entry.

Which one will it be?

No way to know
Until you close your eyes,
And dare to pull the trigger.

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