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Shining Silver
The silver platforms of the beds
are shining brightly by the sun-rays
that penetrate through a window---
so brightly that the sleeping eyes
of our cosmonaut can't help themselves
but to open. Moments later the alarm
beeps and rattles and jolts his senses.
A proper and precisely timed rising.
He gets up, folds the sheets and joins
the breakfast area. He makes coffee
and grabs a few figs from a basket.
He sits down at a table and eats figs
while his coffee steams and cools.
The steamy strands of caffeinated air
brush his face and wisp into his breath.
What an interesting swerve.
What an interesting swerve. Here you focus on the mundane aspects---similar to those in our time and place---of the science fiction world you are composing for your readers. This is a rather coy artistic strategy, very applaudable. I like where you are going with this series.
Starward
Slow metronome
I am grateful that you are following along.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
This series, and your Poetry,
This series, and your Poetry, compel that. I am slow on the uptake at times, but I always try to catch up.
Starward