Space Poem by David Thomas

Run.
sprinting down the alley
cross this way cross again this, that,
gettin lost on a mission
somewhere you can always go
after winning that one on one,
the blood soaking in as you scratch
your scabbing over knuckles,
feel the pain of fist to face
the language of the streets.
win the one on one,
the woodwork comes to life
before you know it you're endangered,
the minority of modernity in America.
Running for the pure essence of
an essential that is living,
thinking of the random things
that plague ones mind like asteroids,
oh dear space, i envy you.
Your big open range
your quiet, still body,
oh i wish to swim through you
even if i were to die,
to live for pure minutes
in a place without rules,
oh what it is, to dream of
space.