That’s death
and the frontier neck and neck with death is
the soul
which flits off into other dimensions
if you’re in to that kind of thing

Space is just geography without the
Geo topography without the
Topo
Unnavigable via pitch, tilt, and yaw
Bereft of reference

The reason we haven’t met any
Aliens is because
Earth is a pre-contact indigenous people’s preserve
It’s a zoo here and folk poking the bear make
Crop circles and pick us up for a little look see
Then try to put us back where they found us

The space in my head where
Fantasies unfurl
Encompasses it all
With room to spare