Let slip the night! And past the stars you fly
Invisible through Theta zone sixteen.
You reappear in rabid haste between
The herald comet and the satelites eye,
Then clear five houses, land in Gemini,
Bound on to where no man nor beast has been
Start howling, snarling at the great machine
That keeps the spheres in balance in the sky
That spins the suns and planets endlessly,
Fuelled by the white spray of the galaxy
A plunging waterfall from Adams first eve
To morning, origin, source, infinity.
Against the blackened universe perceive...
the weary spacdog finds his chance to leave.