We go throttling
through space
on a tilt-a-whirl
stuck to the ground
like magnets
to a metal globe
it's a wonder
we don't all fly off
into inter-galactic orbit
careening past stars
get out of the way
yells the moon
you're in my light
it makes me dizzy
if I think about it too hard
the sun never sets
we go hurtling by
waving
goodnight
