Analysis of The Sensors Are Wrong
They keep picking up limestone
When I'm surrounded by gems.
I'm floating in space
And they tell me I'm facing north.
How do I get back to land?
I'm running out of oxygen
And I can barely see my spaceship.
The answer should be simple,
But I don't want to solve it.
God, I love space.
I love the peaceful nothingness
And the stars.
Why am I out here?
I should have a rope.
Did I forget,
Or did I leave it behind?
My sensors are wrong
And I think that it's my fault.
Because I took a hammer to them
And never bothered to fix it.
| Scheme | XXAXXXXXB AXXXXXX XXXB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Etheree (40%) Tetractys (30%) |
| Metre | 111011 1101011 11001 01111101 1111111 11011100 01110111 0101110 1111111 1111 11010100 001 11111 11101 1101 1111101 11011 0111111 011101011 01010111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 534 |
| Words | 124 |
| Sentences | 12 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 9, 7, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 20 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 133 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 36 |
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