Better than Earth
Mechanical eyes sweep immeasurable skies, searching for life with boundaries pre-defined by the limitations of their homely existence. Blinkered hands reaching into dusky bags to
exoplanets
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Mechanical eyes sweep immeasurable skies, searching for life with boundaries pre-defined by the limitations of their homely existence. Blinkered hands reaching into dusky bags to