I think my illness may have been shamanic
Tinnitus, vomiting, vertigo

I've also been psychotic
At least the doctor told me so

But now I write my poems
Since one came to me in dream

Yes, I hope less is more
And all not as it seems

I search in science fiction
For traces of the sacred

I never will forget
The first time I saw her naked

I imagine other worlds
The truths there are poetic

I voyage aware with Ishmael
He is my reading friend noetic

No need now for more harpoons
No need for tattered sails

The spaceships are our Pequods
Save the exoplanet whales!