dearest scorned face of metal,

that which clung so tightly to my chest;

you tried, you truly tried

to label my country, to give me a home,

but the only gift I took from your hands

was a boost up to where I truly wished to go:

to the stars.

-

and now that I have traveled there

(and back again)

I will allow you to swivel in the place where you sit,

for the memories of which your predicament reminds me

are worth more than the payment I would have to surrender

in its absence.