Untangled in Vostok

Gone
To where uncertain things go
To the edge of reason,
To Vostok with a drill

Carrying hope like an empty address book

The search for something pure to fill,
The hidden beast slouched on every cold shoulder
The City, the pity, the whispered prayer

For real life
To become a little less real

Remember, when all else is lost,
To love the world
And if unable
To remember when you did

Look now, a sun kissed morning
Giving way to clouds
Drill
Drill
Drill

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