Roger Zelazny. A Rose for Ecclesiastes

But when I awakened I was in the dispensary, and alive.
I felt the throb of engines as I slowly stood up and somehow made
it to the port.
Blurred Mars hung like a swollen belly above me, until it
dissolved, brimmed over, and streamed down my face.

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