Crack flashing red pants
drunken kid despising oaf...

Falling high above ground
way above his minds eye...

He knew,
he swallowed so much pride his intestine exploded...

Just sat on a rock, moss covered
not moving, be it eyes or tongue...

When he cleared his throat
many people drowned...

On the seventh day with no restriction in sight,
leaving a cloud, a cliche he tarnished...

Thirty years of effort
growing both above and below the crevice...

It rained
long...

He wasn't a man
of that he was glad...

He decided to rest on the moon and observe man
there was no TV...

He found a new use for his hands
he tore a slice from the atmosphere...

God had taken notice of his whereabouts
he was all powerful now...