poem of the day November 18

Would you rather breathe

the air of Earth

or some brew 

remixed in outer space?

This unnatural desire to travel

where no man has been

Is it future? 

Is it sin?

And what is sin

but a human word

tied to nothing

but shades of our idea

of love and hate

in which all minds swim

within a frosty sea 

Where we all see choice advertised

on a big one eyed rocket ship

Will we march ahead Or will we wait 

know that one will become our fate