it’s inner space travel
to unknown places
as well as the planets
we all know
so many trips I can’t count
to that straight-shot moon
I’ll chase a comet
surf its wake
or catch a shooting star
watch it burn in my hand
so many wormholes inside
that when the fuel’s low
it’s an easy ride back to my sofa
to sit down with reality
always an easy decompression
with the TV remote
nestled in one hand
a beer in the other
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