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If a million tourists

told me to leave
my home I’d
probably leave
my home.
Even if it were
just one hundred,
I’d be worried.

behind the moon

where the radio waves

don’t reach and the signal fades for weeks at a time

he floats

in a small box

with one window

that peers into the

patient loneliness

slowly he hallucinates empty cafes

in an empty world.

We’ll note that not even man’s contempt for nature or his dominating spirit can overcome

the need for companionship that makes solitary space exploration so unmanageably terrifying.