Pangensesis

In cryogenic sleep
for centuries
I wasted through space
motionless
emotionless
and that was paradise.
 

for seventy years
in a half-remembered dream
I walked on the earth
joyless
harmless
and that was Hades.
 

You, where will you walk?
How will you float?
Eager, wasted?
Alone, or in the host of Andromeda’s Angels?

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