May 2012
The U Fifty-Five Ten Forty-Six
Was my means to space
Knowing it was worth the risk
From the ground up at the ship I laughed before standard takeoff procedure
I knew where I was going
And I had all that I would need there
My suite filled with oxygen
From the umbilical cord of the craft
And my mind filled with thoughts of them
How I’m never going back
In my swamp of space
My sandbox and womb
I became the unspoken face
And the son of the moon
Was my means to space
Knowing it was worth the risk
From the ground up at the ship I laughed before standard takeoff procedure
I knew where I was going
And I had all that I would need there
My suite filled with oxygen
From the umbilical cord of the craft
And my mind filled with thoughts of them
How I’m never going back
In my swamp of space
My sandbox and womb
I became the unspoken face
And the son of the moon
This poem I wrote as a metaphor for how we as people and especially me lately tend to feel isolated and in our own mother-like abyss, this is compared to as outer space.
