Within Her Crater of Tycho

Our last rocket breaches space as fascists and food rioters smash our doors.

They will never touch it.

Golden records.

Enshrined knowledge.

Our gift to the civilizations that will come after us.

Awaiting, gleaming in Luna’s arms…

Within her crater of Tycho.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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