Swirl
swirl

yea, ask your progeny what
genes they would like
in their coffee

I am flying to another nebula
past a spiral galaxy
and my rainbow
communications officer
is getting frisky

so for
the next few parsecs we
might park in
the back of
the mother ship
everything
on auto pilot
I trust her
to press my buttons, she
trusts me to
navigate the canals
of her home planet
find
the perfect spot.

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