Hail! O’ Astronaut, searching out worlds novel
Look no further than your observer down
At life held by electric-fever-woe,
And be witness to the upside-down frown.
Your palm does hold the hearts of many people
Surviving nude atop the spider’s thin web:
“All hail the nameless god, this bright steeple,”
As passions, like tidal waves, push. Or ebb.
A steady sight reveals their fortunes high
Before mighty Time, the trier, shows them loosed
And topples their eye towers masked in disguise
To lend sobriety to the soul soused.
Watch the flame that you don’t get lost in gaze
For hell is just a worldly mental maze.
-MMF
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