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And the thunder said


The thunder said, “this trip will take a lifetime
what are we going to do till then? just skip around?
ask for homes? but from whom?” 
Homes have for long been seen 
as blues and whites.

The last people on earth 
were also the last people
aiming at zero-word count, 
but not quite achieving 
the meaning of few words 
and more sounds.

The World was talked about every day.
Every 8 minutes light is followed
by another 
& soon the THUNDER
gets unseen, skipped,
in the readings of light
getting followed up.

It still haunted Thunder 
what will follow after
the skipping gets noticed.

When the thunder skips
it takes sky for a surprise.
.
.
.
When the sky searches for a home,
it only finds a sky. 
Windows occasionally frame clouds
– shifting in slowness,
weaving white for every colour 
that misses home,
waving & thinking
that Clouds Are Doubts!
As we catch rain in palms.
Maybe we are drinking confusion.
And look, what clouds we collect.
 
It was the prelaunch week and NASA was considering
Waving doubts in the sky for every last decision made on Earth.
& because there is always a last decision before the last decision
Some astronauts never leave Earth.
When someone asks what do they when they are not flying in space?
“We are making others leave off earth”

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