the inbox is zero
the phone has lost its' ring
transmissions no longer reach me
drifting and floating
in the dark of space
surely with our technology
someone could reach
a space traveler
not sure where he will land
or ever land
maybe I'm this close to heaven
gliding through the outskirts of hell
solar panels pump me oxygen
nuclear waste once fueled this craft
now just my thoughts
typing and sending
there are no lighthouses in space
no broadcast beacons
in space
the only one you listen to is you
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