David Ross (dyvyd) wrote,
David Ross
dyvyd

I Jog on Mars

frozen

 

blasted

 

drifted

 

unimagined

 

and

 

unplanned

 

I place my footprints

each apart

the distance of a

man

 

and undulate along

the washboard

sand

 

above the

flow of rock


past

chasma

valles
mons

 

A thin wind beats

as CO2
ticks faintly

at my suit

 

from skull

to face

and back again

I race

 

traverse

the dark brow

of the

pyramid

 

a perfect sphere
within  my
human
arc

 

for nothing here

has seen my like

 

I

 

jog

 

on

 

Mars

 

where

real

is not

revealed

 

but

 

fissured

 

covered

 

sunk in

freeze-dried
ocean's

ghost


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