I Dream of Space

I dream of space and rocket ships,
rotation of the sun's ellipse,
and traveling to planet Mars,
a pit stop to more distant stars,
galactic dust and pulsar flips.

To view without the webcam clips,
from my own eyes, not microchips,
with reverie's binoculars,
I dream of space.

The cusps of vivid quasars' lips-
the last of macrocosmic trips
before awakened mental scars-
they shield me from this world of ours.
Although my reason comes to grips, 
I dream of space
tonight.

Published in "A Splendid Alternative" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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