I left my midnight shifts
and stepped into their spaceship.
The grass was thrown into purple light,
a royal carpet between my toes and
all with no scorch marks left behind.
I had wanted something
flesh-and-blood to believe in.
They would stroke my back
until I fell asleep, purring rolls of sound
through vibrations in my spine,
into the epicentre of The Electron
and its throbbing, binaural flute.
I left the planet on a whim
with common strangers
who understood the distance of stars,
but more importantly:
how to get there.