[ph]antom cosmo[nauts]>>fantom cosmo-nots

I.

[(m/[e)/at]]

[(t/[e/a)r]]

bot[(to)]m)]

II.

torre bert

november 1962

3 crew sky-high

alexey belokonev

another man

finalist woman

sheet metal cone

sun visor reflector

green blinking bulb

do this for mother

it is our god-given right

frantic message

  conditions growing worse

  why don't you answer

  we are going slower

  the world will never know [(a)[b/(o/ut)]] us

III.

I/am/lost/in/this/haze/of/dust/...

everything/is/satisfactory/...

we/are/orbiting/the/earth/...

I/am/lost/in/this/haze/of/light/...

a/break-up/a/fight/a/domestic/...

fire/lunik/reentry/failure/...

listen/listen/listen/listen/...

nothing/is/what/it/seems

IV.

heartbeats breathing from impending failure {gennady mikhailov}

V.

who is this

faint and dismissive

trans mission metal

bits and confused

air tight locks seal

her life shut

fright marches fear

dark and ghastly

twisted and torn

her voice pierces out

radial rhythms circadian

patterns but she is not there

nothing to see nothing

to find

all that's left –

her voice asking for help

VI.

she deleted me

brushed me away

I am nothing now

I will never be found

I live in darkness

forever

5 in 6

20 in 22

where have I gone

brushed me away

mother surely did