Staring blankly into the Orion's lap,
With his mind wandering beyond the map,
Silence prevailing over the norm,
Or is it the calm before the storm?
The silenced voices in his head,
Awaiting the moment they're behead,
Is there anything left to come around?
Or is it fate's final touchdown?
The fire burning in those eyes,
The ice hard at work to crystallise,
The distant star falling through,
Is that really her bidding adieu?
Taking the leap of faith ahead,
The voices hanging by the thread,
Suspended mid air as it all flashes back,
There is no more a fallback
No more emptiness into the Orion's lap,
Done away with the mousetrap,
No regrets left behind,
As he finally becomes one with mankind
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