He is adrift in the open sky,
setting his sail to nowhere.
The upside down world misses him,
But he doesn't seem to care.
In life he steered a lonely course,
hoodwinking the mighty Hypnos.
In quest of missing links,
he seldom had his forty winks.
The trees whispered solutions,
of complicated computations;
And ethereal creatures in midnight raids,
gifted to him their solemn secrets.
And then, one pregnant night,
while he seranaded his absent bride.
With one poignant inebriated squeeze,
Death propelled his untethered spirit.