Space Man
Drained by the exuberance of passion I drank the last of water- my ration. So I should travel in a mirage, resting my body in the astral lodge of thoughts. All but caught in the wink of a dot in the sky.
As a space man, I salute the world good bye. I tripped then dove into a crazy dream, flowers which line the ambition of my Scheme. Doth thou pray towards the granularity of desire?
(With help by AlmostBeachGlass)