Outbound Poem by Stan Petrovich

Not having pulled away from the Station, But still I am outbound-
I am at all times outbound-
When I grovel under my overhang,
The rocks above are black then white,
Very unstable,
So I have to leave my home again, forever;
And never do I know where to roam,
To find stability
In the world.
It doesn't exist,
For one thing.
Because something ominous will Hang forever its head,
And from there I must be outbound again