Aiming out of the blue
lacking everything but desperation,
ground control says
I need more fuel.
That sinking dread comes back in spades
as I drift further out of orbit.
Everyone knows I'm losing control
but tell me I'll be fine.
Gravity has a way
to stop you in your tracks,
so give it time.
Just close your eyes.
Now the night's overtaking days
and I'm taking note
while claiming no change is necessary.
I'll stay my course,
see this through.
What's the worst gravity can do to you?
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