367 million miles

My pearly eyes breathing the soot of space, I swim the sidestroke.

With each convulsing push, my snaggletoothed smile grows wider, wilder.

Now I am gigantic, a black behemoth blotting the needlepoint lights as I go.

Smoky stroke- a million miles.

Striations of stars in one surge.

There- one of rusty orange increasing.

Now a fruit size, now a beachball, then a magnetic ocean of vibrant orange.

It pulls on my reins, yes it pulls.

But I have the bit between grinning teeth.

I wrest it away.  Not yet, I say.

Another whooshing stroke, ten more,

and I am playing Asteroids

for real, my friend.

They test my skill, I do not slow.

I think-  I am the Otter of space.

I weave with his wonderful wilyness.

I am through!

Pinpointed dark awhile.

Then a cathedral of banded swirling light.

In the Jovian region.

My monster wing-arms are taken control of.

I assume a diving praying position.

I am headlong.  My teeth crack on the bit.  My eyes strain to ovalness.

These I willingly pay.

I am home.



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