3000 translations of life in space exist
amid 50 georgeous swirling types of planets
a sweeptakes across the sky
a planetarium of stars Copernical
then darkness
then black night the exhausted biplane spewing blackened grey smoke careening into the sea like duckshot clubbing carrion from the sky in a cruel feast of brilliant notions the Little Prince its translator
Le Petit Prince
at once the King, the Vain Man, the Drunkard, the Businessman, the Lampost, the Geographer … and the precious Earth itself
… and finally
only the Little Prince continued his journey
all his accomplices bandits and warriors confined to memory sank in space with no planet upon which they could land … strangers in a stranger land
the author of all his ideas is dead as if the Little Prince himself never drew breath at all
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