essay: #020: Virgin Galactic

c.wired magazine

Love the circles, in which I walk.
Swimming through oxygen.
Wired to the core.
Trying to make sense of a journey.
That never will.
In the end.

Rebel entrepreneur, Richard Branson.
Major Tom, in spacesuit apparel.
Gazes, sardonically from a magazine cover.
In pursuit of his own, personal Jesus.
The stars, and beyond!

Flight of the aviator.
All, caviar and 62-mile high club.
SpaceShipOne.
Mojave Airport, in midday sun.

$9-billion-a-year global empire.
Shoot me to the stars, honey.
And I'll love you forever.

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