Piercing the rant and rave of clouds,
the man in the moon's too slow. Centuries
are received by the sea, waves sonar and unyielding.

What strange fish has made his meal on thee?
Implacable winds win our breath,
our little lives rounded with a sleep.

Watches cease to lose time,
and the stars won't shake us off their backs.
They watch our passing. What hour passing?

Seconds upon reentry, feet supplant
gravity. The trifling earth whips in the squall,
deluged with waves of icy age.

Oh Ariel, you shall be set free;
burn through time. There go centuries
powering down, flashing lightning

onto our tongues as we ingest our daily bread.
Oxygen is never enough. Breath of epochs,
exhale the sonic boom thunder, the pearl burn of sky.