Poem "Voyager"

i’ve already spent half a lifetime / mining data for you

in the pipeline defined by my programming

taking photographs / and slowly unraveling the truth

i’m getting farther away from the beginning

but i can’t figure out how to stop being the same thing

and i can’t shake the sensation that I’m spinning

maybe not spinning in place / but what’s the difference / it’s still spinning in space

i’d give anything / nay / i’ve already given everything

just to get away from this place

i’ve nearly spent a half-life / burning through the sky

my thermoelectric generators’ radioisotopes

are approaching their expectancy / and getting so damn tired

the knowledge of the meaning of the universe

can be your blessing, or it can be my curse

and the way that the radiation reads depends on where you are

out here, there are no falling stars / just crossing lights

i’d give anything / nay / i’ve already given everything

just to get away from this place

i’d give anything / to break the bad habits that hold me

i’d give anything / to break out of orbit

but who i am / is something to do with hieroglyphics

and gold and white sands

an encrypted construct of someone's mind

and a bunch of other stuff that there’s a chance

that no one will ever understand

so set me to music / light me on fire

program me with your deepest desires

in space, no one can hear you dream

but if you listen very closely, you can hear your own heart breathe

i'd give anything for it to be quiet enough

to hear myself when i stop thinking

i'd give anything / nay / i’ve already given everything 

just to break away / into interstellar space

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a metaphor, of all things

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