On the edge of the horizon of space,
not even a speck of distant sunlight,
the fact that life itself engenders life
holds the miracle suspended aloft,
enter our atmosphere and understand,
endless regions of vast empty darkness
drowns out the noise, the hustle and bustle
generated by solar energy,
evaporating moisture, rain water
only falls while life is still viable,
for the deserts wait their turn to enrich
the planet from dry, lifeless habitats
holding the hand of death gently, marching
endless regions of vast empty terrain,
humans come and go across the desert,
only they cannot withstand the dry heat,
roasting chickens on rotisserie spits,
in the end, the solar heat ends our lives,
zapped of strength, the will to overcome life,
of this war, this death march, this fantasy,
nothing compares to life on earth, nothing
out there, we scan the vast brilliance of space
for life, equal in respect to our own,
stuck on our little planet, our perfect
prison with no escape, we imagine
another planet as perfect as this,
centrally placed in a solar system,
endless regions of vast blue-green algae.
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