the skyline
baked into the eye
   i steered my mind
 with
 or with out
   scenes of sounds
 and thoughts
    programmable messages
   from my brain
 to outer space
    hello
  what the fuck
     still here
 on this ball of Iron
   waking again
to night
    no stars can be seen
 the fog
 the lights
the walls
 I'll steer the ship
 again
   around the corner galaxy
   again