Sunday, June 2, 2013

The Fate of All Brave Souls


The Fate of All Brave Souls

The advent of time travel only sharpened our lust for discovery. We put on our space-skin boots and march into parts unknown. We lie in dust with shattered visors, torn suits and empty tanks. We are back where we started, to try again. Get it right this time. Not many more chances. Our simian companions keep track of the days and monitor the batteries. We think of favorite songs to stave off the madness of the void. If luck is with us, we will hold our loved ones again, otherwise the Star Demon will clutch us to his breast for eternity. In the end, our disappointed last words are always, "Just when I was doing so well..."

8.5x11
pen on paper


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