Nearly (a ‘Big Triku’ poem)

A singular roar;

the horizon bends as stars

decorate the void.

~

Deep in the back of my seat,

I force my bellows open slowly,

and hold back as I breathe out.

~

Drawn back, I follow

a sickening ellipse – thrust

gone, new orbit lost.

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