"It's cold in the yard. I don't know where to start
Everything is already tattooed somewhere
The real world doesn't want us in it
Everyone else knows how to swim, but how could you drown us?
Bouyed by the wrath, and the air is thin
There's some halt in the way that things seem to work here"

"The sun's radiance reaches us in eight minutes but given its age
Given the ever expanding nature of the universe somewhere
4. 5 Billion light years away its solar winds are breathing fire for the first time
Its flares dancing through the dark to awaken the worlds at their birth
Is our being this buoyant?
Is some celestial observer watching us through
A series of glass lenses and mirrors
Jotting down notes of years ago
Maybe of his flight across the country

From the the place he called home to the place I've always called home?
If so, on what star, on what rock, does his life still shine?
I've been tinkering with lead pipes and gunpowder
Aluminum frames, fein saws and soldering irons
Steel. A fishbowl from the attic my astronaut's helmet
Winter gloves, snow boots and overalls over a wetsuit to stave off the cold
A notebook of his thoughts to stave off the loneliness

Infinity isn't anything until you are among
The stars searching for something you lost
Let us hope that the duct tape holds
And my misguided science and memories
Of his crooked coffee-stained smile
Can lead me to a world where his light still illuminates the days. "