frozen
blasted
drifted
unimagined
and
unplanned
I place my footprints
each apart
the distance of a
man
and undulate along
the washboard
sand
above the
flow of rock
past
chasma
valles
mons
A thin wind beats
as CO2
ticks faintly
at my suit
from skull
to face
and back again
I race
traverse
the dark brow
of the
pyramid
a perfect sphere
within my
human
arc
for nothing here
has seen my like
I
jog
on
Mars
where
real
is not
revealed
but
fissured
covered
sunk in
freeze-dried
ocean's
ghost
