as the planet search takes on a far-flung reach, and maybe
we could be, believe it or not, not alone,
to dine on our fastfood burgers and coke
as the station picks up a pace, more docking of Russian
and Amercican, they make love not war, somehow the slogan
might fit this enterprise, any way it may end in peace
as we switch on the screen, it opens from a tiny spot,
to the width of a metre or more, like a stellar explosion
of colour and light, then there is not life but resemblance
as the drone to the beat of the control flies over a mountain,
it does without compassion, like a mindless male bee
seeking in the virtual skies a virgin queen to fuck
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