Not of this world

The astronouts that sat and dreamed
A centrifuge of spinning thoughts  
Looked at the sky  prone in the faith they would achieve  
By seat of pants as they blast off  
 
Through the G forces grimmace tight  
The shaking world the rockets spate  
A whispered prayer to ease that plight  
And gravity left to escape  
 
Not to be with bootlaces tied  
The platitudes of days and months and years  
By clocks of dark, and costallations all abide  
The cosmos in its mass in that great herd  
 
The tomb and womb as as they look out  
No start no end just fireflies of stars  
And none to answer when you scream and shout  
Black emptiness to suck the brain apart  
 
Twice as far as eternity and back again  
Hawkins concepts a brief history explored  
Eternity of shadows that remain  
The stain its etching creeps in blue and mauve  
 
Crows and rooks fly in that firmament unseen  
Specters flocks of shapes all hidden  
Where they the coloured counted sheep  
A confluence of invisibility so smitten  
 
Grave spirits for the days dower undertaker  
 Played the darker music from the Doors  
For it is the mover and the shaker  
Night vision never to be ours  
 
For when we stand upon the edge  
 Float above ourselves so near to death  
And welcome that abyss, seek mercys face  
 That night be our resting place