Send Us A Rocket Poem by Ouch G. Hetrick

I am in transparency.
I can't see a path.
I can't see what I'm doing
but I can pass the waters.

I can pass it with you.
When I breathe, oxygen
becomes a dome.
The dome spins in the light,
spinning the bubbles and stars.

Three-hundred million miles away,
from the closest stop out in this space,
is where we are. Send us a rocket.

I can pass the fire.
I can pass it with you.
Like the beams of glass
my faith will be farther.

The graphs can't match it.
Heat forms galaxies and
I can't say they have shaped.
These are becoming old days.

They are the things we can't replace.
They are the things we can't erase.

Let's go on and make our escape.
It crashes pain in my heavy heart.
Send us a rocket.
Send us a rocket.

I can't say if they will last.
I can say that it is true.
but I can pass the limits.
I can pass it with you.