Far Out is Doom: Chapter 17
A Sacred Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Far Out is Doom: Chapter 17
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
The airmask dropped from its above-deck roost,
Not for he, the angel who flight-stick held,
But she, the carriage, who beside him sat,
While below and beside, outside the glass,
White banks of clouds swept, farther too beneath
Like unfolded board, the desert expanse,