Spaceman in the Case of Man

Using the metaphor of an alienated astronaut to describe my own feelings of isolation.

I'm interstellar and I feel better than ever.

Soaring high above, zero gravity, lighter than a feather.

Somewhere between Heaven and Hell, high as a kite, a new wannabe God prototype.

Psycho blasphemy, believing in the intergalactic cartography.

Plotting Heavens through a sky's course with legends of a thousand lores.

But, of course, I'm grounded physically, cryptically elevated to oblivion.

Starship carries me about business to planets I never visisted dammitt.

Lifeforms I never spyed from any average, every day city.

So foreign and so similar, so boring here and so thrilling there.

I can do five minute acrobatics in mid-air.

I casually take gravity for granted on any planet and

The weightlessness I feel is as close to a space test as I could get.

Brace for blast off, cast off old ways and pretensions of old days.

Disconnect air burners, disengage the star maze and enter terra firmas.

New growth, new life, new air and new hope.

See it from the scope of a particle in a microscope.

Or rather a new atom that can suddenly fathom life in an empty chasm.

If the job takes more than one crew member, check the storage center.

My cellular storage is on loan, hit enter and watch an H2O clone.

Drones are sent into the atmosphere to collect samples of examples of what their air does to our gear.

A dynamic, panoramic pic;  Graphic in the depiction of human interaction and corporate satisfaction.

Disparingly, I return to learn of celestial extraterrestrial concerns.

Nowhere is safe, nowhere closer to birth, nowhere closer in any space, nowhere closer to any other Earth.

But I like my starship and it's atlas.

It's enjoyable to ride solo because my starship talks back less.

Caress the joystick because it's noiseless and does what I employ it.

Just destroy since bombs are integrated in the way education is supposed to be educated.

I'm placated by this solitary spaceship that without me could go on without me and maintain it.

Sometimes I feel as useless as this ship's spoilage.

But then I rethink that feeling as I contemplate my return home voyage.