Not in this lifetime.

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UH, UH.  NO WAY.

Inertializing is the mechanism
At fault.
Transported back to seventh grade,
The orange rocket letdown.
Failure to ignite
Becomes a window.
A rodeo cowboy I've become,
Living eight seconds at a time.
They say animals feel our fear.
They take cues from us,
And so Old Blue outsmarts "The Man"
Again,
And the rocket window slams
Shattering fingers and wrists
lingering sill side
Pondering the unreality Beyond.
God, It hurts so bad.
The ground rushes
Away.
And sill is my only
Contact.
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