Atlas and Astronauts:

I wrote about one                I wrote about one                I wrote about one                  I wrote about one
thing, but now it seems it was   thing, but now it seems it was   thing, but now, it seems, it was   thing, but now, it seems, it was
about two, I think.              about two. How strange.          about two. It's dark.              about two. So dark.

What a quite strange day         It's a dark morning.             I can see a star. 
this has been for one to mourn.  Darker than I've ever seen.      That's the only light I see.
I have everything.               Black as a dark soul.            It's not bright enough.

Even still, I mourn.             Dark as death, not night. 
I know we are in danger,         It's morning. There's no sunlight.
but no one can see.              It's a dark morning.

Synchronicity.
It goes on all around me.
I watch it happen.

I feel it moving
through my life and other lives.
It ticks like a clock.
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