i was right but now I’m left

fleeing the blue screen light

i climb the corroded roof with a bottle of wine

drinking alone on a rooftop in the South-American desert

with only the airglow above me as company

frosted stars

cycle of life

the noise of heavy fans just beside the ESA compound

in the desert night i always get sentimental by alcohol

and depressed like hell

a solar wind like nothing ever experienced

so i set sail

down the roof

weightless by clumsy orbital trim manoeuvres and too much

i was right and now I’m left

under the body of stars far from spiked drag queens

is see the first rays of sun

as it rises behind barb wire fence