I’m not back

I’m not back from the universe yet

On the cusp of Orion with the

Shattering asteroids.

Barely feeling that I was ever myself

Like a rocket - man I’m flying

Where there isn’t any sound or air.

It’s just a beautiful void.

My telepathy will call you
As it ever always does
And I know, you
Just know how I feel.

In the Milky Way sway,

Eternal night and day.

In the cosmos’ vacuum of the celestial surreal.

Not a sound can I hear so I

Don’t need to sound sincere

My jet - pack is full of hot air.

No Up or Down or

Horizons or Ground

Screaming through my own

Atmosphere.

I’m not back and I’m not

Foreword.

I’m pretty much not on the ball.

Just a thought I can’t think.

Flying into the brink

Houston, we have no problems

At all.

Chris

Charleston SC