Your mother is the most important thing to you
If you are young, mostly teen in age and have to make that separation, it is hard no doubt
Your siblings are the second most important thing to you and you try and try, but it seems like a distance that is unsurmountable, like you are just fucking satellites in orbit, then one day you reach down and say, what does this button do? Ssshhhh… a blast of air shoots out of the starboard side, the satellite begins to spin, sssshhhh, ssssshhhhh, it spins more, you hit the other button, ssssshhh, sssshhh, it slows the spin, reverses it
You hit them both at the same time and the satellite moves forward, sssshhh, sssshhh… you are moving, far away
You text your brother, you write a letter, you send a smoke signal. I’m out and will catch you on the flipside. Sssshhh, ssshhh… into asteroids and into the darkness
Ssshhh, ssshhh, im really doing it boys
You send more letters
Ssshhh, ssshhh
They float in space like goblets of ice crystals never read
You take up Facebook, twitter, Instagram.. look at me, look at this, blogger… electronic messages moving in vacuum breath
Ssshhh, ssshhh…
Fucking Mars! fucking I am on mars. You take a couple of pictures of earth and little white orb of fragile glass floating in black sea-dome… you email your brother again and send a tweet, hashtag this shit!
Ssshhh, ssshhh…
Are you fucking kidding me, Jupiter, a mucus planet of color blind Monet! There is no place to land, gas, you are orgasmic about its size as you hover around it. There are rings that few actually capture, you see the “storm” it is amazing. Instagram this shit!
Ssshhh, ssshhh…
Ssshhh, ssshhh…
It is darkness, you play Radiohead, how good is that?
Abyss
You are really doing it
You would give anything for your mother to tuck you in or hug your brother again back when it was tire swings and hope.
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