Crystal clear it is,
this feeling within, he says.
There is a bounce to his step
a glimmer in his eyes,
sealed in a bag, frozen
waiting to embark on an explosion.
It’ll traverse space, darkness laced
it hunts for juices that will
only spew from disgrace.
Ropes and ties crack in the freeze.
He’s ready for the next stage,
eyes on him, silence watching,
only a few words uttered as
skin fires ablaze.
There’s another way,
he sees that now,
but he’ll keep on click click click clickin’
the sound of a machine, of ideas
just a little bit of magic.
‘What does it all represent?’ you ask.
I don’t know the answers
only he does.
We’ll all have to wait and see, until he returns and
says those famous words…
Hello again.
