Transit to the Earth

January 13th, 2007 by Richard Cockrum

Thrown from the space,
Warm and dark,
Into infinity.
Fearsome,
Bright,
Threatening light.
And cold, so cold.
Take me.
Hold!
Peace.
Comfort.
Source of the bond.
First contact found
With that which surrounds.

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