In the spaceship my mouth feels weird.
A window dome’s for gazing at the stars
We go tumbling through worm holes that veer
from galaxy to galaxy. We go really far.

In the spaceship my throat is catching crumbs.
We steer by melding our minds to machinery.
Onboard we’ve restaurants, rivers, parks for fun.
And we visit planets. To change the scenery.

In the spaceship my fingers fumble around.
None dare attack us — our weapons levels suns.
We’re peaceful. It’s easy when you’re safe and sound.
We write poetry, books, symphonies; program worlds for fun.
It’s easy when your mind can stretch as wide as thought.
We don’t brag; we’re grateful for, and careful with, what we’ve got.

In the spaceship I cannot regain my balance or stop
the floor from spinning.
I think we might be crashing
actually