Star Child

Late at night or on the threshold of another dream, I power up my time machine and travel over the temple tops of an as yet unchartered heaven. The mind flips over as if some spectral hand was turning over a giant tortoise shell, the inner carapace is mapped, and I see that an adventurous wanderer has been here before me. Before the light illuminated the deep, he had already circumnavigated the cosmos, after such minor astral excursions he slipped into a seal skin, and assumed he was human like the rest of us aliens. Early or late, I carry a laptop in my head to calculate the many solar flares that are now dancing into extinction. Turns out I am also one of those flares.