The surface of the water is approaching
I'm moving a thousand kilometers an hour to the east
The sun is setting behind me and the rising sea is behind me
I have fuel left for just under an hour's travel
There is only water below me
We beached from the water, landed of wood
We walked, ran, rode, flew
Now for the first time in my life I don't try to control my movement
I look over the gauges, over the readings, over the controls
I save this message as a memory
About human life into a foggy disappearing radio wave
Last on earth
Last above it
Last recording
Anonymous your location
Anonymous your location

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