Space Race

There is a menace among us

Disguised as an unseen justice

That serves only to contain.

The very nature of human existence,

Which is not some grand delusion,

But an evolving holistic arrangement

To achieve higher levels

Of human development

With history still maintained.

A plight of delight to balance

Delicate designs of ever-changing silence

Scream for consistent rearrangement.

A gentle hold reigns stringent,

Force of life insurgent,

Rips the clouds with mountainous derange

And subsides a fiery eye into liquid.

A teardrop ripples on infinite oceans

Of space opening wide the constrains:

The very notion that humans cannot hide

But off this planet we must ride.

Into the sky, by machine or mind, we must sustain

A new existence in outer space.

So inside can heal in pace

With this harmless end let none complain,

If we are truly planetary friends.

~

DBrown Fisher

© July 1994