N no I think its A.
Look at my ear;
look up, look down, look straight ahead.
The light a brilliant atomic white.
I hear you suck in air.
You...
Your strange telescope, sees the war directly.
The damage and destruction done,
on the surface of a dying planet.
Me...
I only notice a dimming of the light,
a gradual fading, lines refracted differently.
Sights lost soldier.in the quietest of wars.
To come...
Is to hear dispatches of the unseen battle.
slowly being fought,upon a distant fading star.
To go...
Is to be far from the conflict,
but also at its heart.
To journey across darker receding landscapes,
through the silent bombs of disease.
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