The Eternity CraftA Poem by Ryan Elijah Martin Ang
Death, they told me, was like gravity.
A vice-grip destiny, inescapable and persistent I learned at NASA to use gravity to escape into free space And so I did a slingshot around my death into eternal life. No one told me that forever would be so cold. © 2015 Ryan Elijah Martin Ang |
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2 Reviews Added on September 1, 2015 Last Updated on September 1, 2015 AuthorRyan Elijah Martin AngSingapore, none, SingaporeAboutI'm from Singapore, I write poetry, sci-fi, and short theatre. I am also the Editor-in-Chief of a small poetry press called Coffee Stained Press. more..Writing
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