The rocket

For g and the flower

This started the night we met, uprooted my mind, we’re no longer in it

The 21st century, was it? The future led to outer orbit, imprisoned

Our inner space, did humans turn into demons, did they colonise hell’s

Race? lost them, are they all just prison walls, now, G, how can i be dependent

On you, if every fibre fights against it? but jihad’s flipside, within my

Barriers, since we met full throttle, push the limit, end it in bliss, submit