This is a found poem. Basically I took a bunch of sentences/words/phrases etc from different sources and pieced them together. (Brownie points if you know where I got the title from :)) Some of it is my own words, too. It was a poem I had to write for my creative writing class and it was actually a lot of fun to write! So let me know what you think, especially the very last line because I'm not sure whether it sounds too cliche or whether it wraps up the story nicely. Thanks!
DON’T PANIC
in the grand scheme of things,
if there’s grit in your brain
it’s best not to rub it.
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I haven’t come far enough
to leave the solar system entirely.
a very rich man would go to Mars,
but I’ll settle for Titan.
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I took the graveyard shift
where all that’s left
is your brain talking to itself.
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‘look, kid,’ it said.
‘there are no true beginnings or endings.’
which is kind of insane
and kind of irrelevant.
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despite its faults,
my brain, I decided,
was not the worst place in the world to be.
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my hair never did grow back properly
above my right ear.
I guess 28 nuns can be wrong.
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they found iridium-193 in my head
just ten days previously,
but that’s only a fraction of the story.
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without the brain
we could rip through human flesh.
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a term comes to mind.
it’s nasty.
post-traumatic stress disorder.
I haven’t stopped bleeding.
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and that’s where you met me.
in a kind of shadowy parallel universe
just beyond the frigid methane lakes of Titan.
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it was nothing short of a miracle.
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