top of page
office30612

English Poem: Zustand Space Ship Dream

Zustand Space Ship Dream


Glimmering eggshell, you strive to keep the cold of space at bay. But we tremble in the warm belly of the ship, staring through spheres at the container, filled with breathing for a few weeks only. Within you read: Hell, arm the space thing. Is it a riddle? What is the toldbeforness of this poem? What do you think.

2 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

留言


bottom of page