I became a solitary hermit,
an outsider, a nobody.
Who falls down and rolls away.
An apple of flesh,
stitched into skin.
Message: I give you all my hopes,
I give you my imagination, my visions.
I give you my attention,
my enthusiasm and my happiness.
Take them with you.
Build a snowman from them,
Then tear it down.
When you exist, I won't be.
But perhaps a hundred years from now,
when you no longer have a body,
When will you be ready
for eternity, for space travel,
when all humans' data lives inside your memory ---
Find this poem,
and look at outer space.
I wish I were there.
Smile at my time.
I hope you are no longer the greedy,
narrow-minded, self-obsessed minds
I had to live among
every single day.
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