Floodlight, Headlight, Moonlight, Goodnight

I'm lifting my eyes from the cold concrete.
Rising over the horizon like the sunlight.
Cruising altitude has been obtained.
Don't dropp me now.
I'm going home.
Burning up on reentry.
I feel something shifting.
There's a change being made.
The fire washes away that which was.
I'm numb to the flames.
Loss of feeling.
Loss of life.
Loss of self.
I should have seen it coming.

poem by Seth Proch
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Destiny, Or The Prisoner

My brother born inside a cage,
You'll die inside that place,
My brother for a summer,
The world was never yours to have,
You always knew just how to laugh,
But the air was never yours to breathe,
Distant brother, killer born,
Your life was never yours to live,
Your child was never yours to raise,
His life was never yours to take,
Once upon a distant summer,
Once you were my only brother,
Back when nothing really mattered,
Your life was always bruised and battered,
Reality completely shattered,
But it was never yours to break.

poem by Seth Proch
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In a Train-Car to the Moon With You

Waltzing through the cars,
Soaring through the stars,
Love comes flooding down,
With it comes the sound,
Music from magnetic fields,
In a train-car to the moon with you.

Fireflies light up your eyes,
Like burning suns in darkened skys,
So far away, on distant worlds,
Inhabited by pretty girls,
Rushing fast through time and space,
In a train-car to the moon with you.

Dreams of flying can't compare,
When we dance, we dance on air,
The wheels are spinning without rails,
My heart is spinning fairytales,
The world is fading far behind,
A train-car to the moon with you.

poem by Seth Proch
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