It's horribly lonely out here Floating on this charred seat Counting the fins of predators Wondering if I'm going to sunburn. It's terribly chilly out here Turning the clouds into smoke gods Measuring the buoyancy of salt to fresh Wondering if I should have ate those peanuts? The guy holding onto the toilet has long since disappeared, and I'm beginning to think that it might be a safer place too bob later. It's dreadfully reminding out here Black and yellow jacket stars. Perhaps, even whole galaxies... Tonight, I have a feeling. I'll probably freeze to death while getting there.