THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING

the
thrust
of
the
girth of earth
on
the
back gardens rough lawn

is unignorable

is wet green 

is
u n b e l i e v a b l e

i am poised there
on the nose
of
our
great round rocket

legs braced and bent
like a figurehead
in the storm prow

tip of the spear
i
am
the
tip of the spear 

and
the 
bathroom bin
cotton ball
clouds 

they run run run
like theyre late

or
gone
stark
mad
with it all

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