| Near Earth Object
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| A solid body whose orbit lies within the orbit of Mars
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| Moons, asteroids, meteorites
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| And human debris
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| You can see a meteorite almost any night
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| Go out to the desert
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| You might find a piece
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| They are pieces of stars
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| Same as you and me
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| They have travelled through space for thousands of years
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| Perhaps you will get lucky
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| But you will never find a piece of Soyuz
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| Or Sputnik or Apollo 9
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| They are still out there
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| They are very faint
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| And the pollution in earths atmosphere
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| Washes out their pale light
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| Floating without air, without light
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| Or else — charred on the re-entry
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| They are still out there floating
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| Within the orbit of Mars
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| Look at it this way
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| A river of space, a ribbon of time
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| Like a burial by a bureaucrat
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| Undercover of a cold war risk
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| A cloud of dust, a cloud of rubble
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| Spinning in space on the heels of the Hubble
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| A parallel, or a temporal rip
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| On the belly of the Cosmos
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| Somewhere in a hanger
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| A fossilized finger
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| Stored by the government, hidden from the press
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| Some young top gun’s first solo
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| Turned out to be a N.E.O |