I woke up alive
Capsule contents fine
Recipe for optic nerve
Stapled to our side
Time is made of light
And so is a bauxite mine
But powering this enterprise is a dollar sign
At lift off I got pissed of at the Kármán line
At splashdown I broke my crown on the foaming brine
Ashes axis
Frank O'Hara wrote
That heaven starts to look
More like very late Goya or a coloring book
Whatever you do
The stars run red to blue
As comets burn through their comas and manage to muck through
At lift off I got pissed of at the Kármán line
At splashdown I broke my crown on the foaming brine
Ashes axis