Brett

In Searching

Parrott, bah!

I’ll not waste eloquence

on Stone

Limited supply of O2,

right?

“Jones, here Jonesy…

Meow!”

We are in space.

Hail Kane’s son –

Crunching tearing Athenian birth –

Doomed by his name.

But what did she mean

“Mirco changes in air density my ass?”

Ahh, tears of heaven collected from the void.

Drink brow, drink,

I’ll probably get sick

from this.

“Jones?”