Rocket Man

T-minus ten to launch, strapped into destiny's seat. No turning back for safety, engines rumble at his feet. Meanwhile in the cosmos, beyond the speed of light. A wormhole forms above, that turns day into night. Blasting across the heavens, the stars race frantically by. A rocket consumed in twilight, vanishes from the obsidian sky. Hurling into oblivion's portal, tossed around a neon void. Beaten parts of hull ignite, and his body never destroyed. His soul transcends time itself, carried to a genesis unknown. Even though he feels nirvana, he discovers existence alone. That glimpse of our creation, crashing into unholy space. Burned out bits of shuttle, in the final resting place. In the distance bending orbs, the center universe divine. Earth a thousand years later, will some day see him shine.