Struggling to fill the sacks in my chest
Losing everything inside
And not just one form of mass
Trading the contents of the hour glass
Just to stay afloat on the soil
I am the quintessence of ephemeral
Egressing back into the atmosphere
Anchors are only for those of worth keeping
Yet I still scornfully catch myself hoping
The hand coming to tether me
The loving cauterization of your arms
The hive minded beat of your heart on my chest
All these share the same neglect
As I drift away from this lonely rock
I only have time for one last wish
As I soar from here to next
Please Neptune, let your image be what the moon reflects