The marines have always boasted that they are looking for a few good men, recent events have proved that point. Now me and mine? We'll take one good woman. -
My eyes flick’r’d open.
Did I imagine your diaph’nous lips?
A waking dream?
Perchance the image of a sight as yet, unseen?
Your pure, sweet kiss anoints me as a King!
Mine ev’ry earthbound atom strives to sing,
as now, I drown, so gladly, drowning in your eyes,
(Drunk sailor).
Like opalescent oceans formed in far-off skies.
My song, our song; so unafraid by time, or time’s strange tides.
O angel, borne on rays of light to see,
The midday sun at midnight, touching me.
We souls, our human souls,
tomorrow, walking free; unchained.
Unchained!
Forever free!
Walking beyond Earth, Venus and Mercury toward the Black Sun,
Perhaps in Triumph of humanity?