A Hundred Thousand, by Mihir Rastogi

Been walking for 6 weeks

Though it’s hard to lose count

Cause no one speaks

When you’re this far out.

Why can’t I just cooperate?

The rest of the world’s

Trying to procreate.

And I’m sitting here

Light-years away,

Watching the sunrise.

And it’s so bright…

A hundred thousand miles

Of wide open spaces

Thirty thousand hours

But time cannot replace

The burning sensation

Of a million suns

And their self-inflation

Looking down from above.

As I watch

The crackling flames

Of their fires

The hairs on my

Neck stand higher

And still, I walk on.

-Mihir Rasotgi

Issue 5, Out of Print
Featured in Vol. 1 Iss. 5
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