VERNACULAR WHIRLWIND: OUT NOW.
One day I will know
What I would like to be
Then I will rise up—
In God’s ecstasy—
In breaking the barrier
And saving grace for the Earth.
I can’t co-depend,
I can’t recommend
My freedom, my future
For the mild and dead.
But I do take my trust
And have it combust—
To the place that I call Home.
Call me a bastard,
Or a tycoon,
But I’m gonna go further—
Afar from the Moon.
In laden space, I fly Falcon Nine
For God’s work can’t just take my time.
My troops that are broken
May give a good notion
To fix my past,
Or break it wide open.
This Trek weighs a ton
Yet all in good fortune—
Spare dead droids for me,
A branch will not.
And when I do run out
Of God’s will to be,
Take damnation for granted
And turn it to sand, it
Will leave all the space
For building grace of New Earth.
My starship is imperial
And my moods are mercurial,
But that is just a ploy.
Come to me, the Sun
It’s good for everyone
A star built to destroy.
Let the old Earth burn…
The sky, the lies, the dirt,
Let the new Earth shine
Like my beady, restless eyes.
My bonds are sealed,
My pain is healed,
And if you may leave
I’ll say I left first.
For I’ll say what I see
Was not worth my time.
In time, above all I’m sure
It’s better to leave
Then to be replaced
And yet, you tug on these strings
For the saving grace of new Earth.
Of the whole damn Earth.
Artwork is a heavily edited image of the Falcon 9 SpaceX rocket launching into space, September 4, 2022.