Grieve, Spock, For a Captain's footfalls broken into atoms that can never be cojoined,<br> Silent sounds to echo in the corridor without your door, Inside your mind. I reach out for your pain to ease my own, And touch a cool, long-fingered mother's hand That, for a moment, Lives again within my own.
Reason for writing:
To explain why I'm a Trekker.
Birth sign: Not entered
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