a wee poem

Time for some culture around here.


Streaming the stars
time twisted
and still, quietly
warped

Looming above
gate open
I jumped, hurry
invisible

Scan clear
station 50 au
once more streamed
docked

Trading buying
isk flows
tremble, button
undocked

Flashy blood
fear engulfs
autopilot engaged
freely flown

Gate ahead
20k away
Red already there
pointed, webbed

Strewn outward
not a chance
podded, awoken
far away

rage boils
tears flow
and yet I know
I shoulda warped

to zero




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