Alien
Feb 25, 2017 · 1 min read
11:15 PM
We
travel in a series of blinks
red light bright against
dark invisible orbits
wore no fish bowl-gear
our lungs have long since adapted
to breathing in toxicity
we
travel en masse
cradled inside a junk of metal
bump our heads as tires
dig deep then up those craters
(oh, government why?)
We travel with the stars
overhead, in peril
with no guide but our quest
for better now’s
better morrow’s
we, night-shifters defy
body clocks
…
all the time.
image by NASA
