hip hop scotch 

to the 

ends of the world 

but hold on

or you will fall off.

nothing's ever circular

there are edges!

those gusty space 

winds will send 

you spinning 

to some galaxy where 

the aliens are people and 

we are the aliens 

without second

THOUGHT: There are

no

winds

in

space

only time

spacetime

and bodies.

bodies too far away to touch

story of my life

story of the universe, too

all the action is long over and done

there's been no play since the 

big bang

god came too early

'cause we've all been drifting apart ever since 

getting further from everything 

getting close to no one

space knows no bigger commitmentphobe

Could we try again?

I've been practicing...

It's so lonely in the center.