Come closer
as the earth’s crust
crunches, covers,
and **** near smothers
all existence;

As clouds conceal
the mad mass
of human tumors,

and hide the high tides
that move
to their moon perpetuated
groove.

Come here and hear
the sounds of nature.
They may not ring clear
but are held dear
by this queer
wanderer.

Come now
and see how
the splendor
of our floating sphere,
this space rock,
is so much more;

Look up
from those
strange screens,
get your *** over here,
stand with me and see
how this world moves
so **** beautifully.