Safe (i want to be)

Earth. With its dizzying speed 
of rotation around the Sun 
measured in hours per 
kilometer about a hundred 
and eighty thousand! 
Outside. The invisible chorion 
is the space with its frozen 
tongues that licks off the thickest
skin off anyones’ loopy face 
heartwarming two hundred 
and seventy Celsius – breath! 
in airless minus… And 
here she comes 
into the scene, the 
Woman, in fact: the second Sun – 
as a wayfarer as a strange binded meteorite – 
swinging through the kitchen – above the hot pan, 
starts talking about sustainability and livelihood: 
„I want to be safe!” /– so do I honey…/

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