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lunatic fringe (poem)




lunatic fringe lay straight ahead, 
delta base's final image transmission 
too grim for mere words...
(long heavy silence)
no turning back,
course undetermined. 
idling in the unknown,
shell shocked crew...







© May 3, 2025 | baccusbee 



(Words mine. Image created with starryai a collaborative process called synthography. Thanks for reading. This haiku that went off the rails was the birth of my Lunatic Fringe short story. Currently I write more poetry than prose, when I do write more short stories & flash fiction it will be found on baccusbee story tree.)

(Lunatic Fringe first debuted on X in an early draft and on my substack.)


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