To Grasp Space Rocks
Hand me down the strength
to whisper and wail like the gods of lore
to tinkle and trample their ears
ride on asteroids,
hands up in the air,
hats catching wind,
and we lose them.
Dig them spurs in deep, gal;
this ride don't stop till Future-time
hath come.
Copyright © Le Sony'R Ra | Year Posted 2011
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