Plotting a definitive route,
(Descrying your shine astir)
to you; me vs gravity; a peculiar bout.
To impress you, could I? The sun…
Vitally, I did spin—The most fantastic flight had begun…
I was refulgent; I was on my way!
Deciduousness, damn it! Caused me delay.
It was dark, you left!
All of space became gray!
“This gray, it ended your flight?”
NO! I fought, I fought, I’ll never give up the fight!
It was so dark though,
I needed a star so to not get lost in the night.
A trillion, a trillion, and still not sufficiently bright!
—Michael Victor Girgenti