What did you expect?
I awoke from my second rebirth as the sun rose over the twenty
metre horizon of Tessier 813 stroke 18 stroke C, a cratered potato
of carbonaceous chondrite eight hundred metres long by seventy
broad following an elliptical orbit that took it within three
hundred thousand kays of Martian orbit at perihelion and just
short of Jupiter on the return lap. While I was still coughing
gluey placental fluids out of my lungs, the sun set. Twenty-three
minutes, fifteen seconds from dawn to dusk, and it was the first day.
Likt en slända spröda vinge ögat skälver.
Solens smälta i ditt hår kring pannan välver.
Du, jag tror vi flyr rakt in i solen.
This page was last updated March 2004 by Joakim
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