The stars quarantined in their chairs,
Rocks burning through time
Waiting for infinity and philosophy
To thrust them like Eneas in his exile.
A family of marbles, marvels
At the uphill life is, no inertia
Can break the ostracism of society
When gravity pulls you down to the silver seat.
The skin of the universe invites
You to gain control of your wheel,
Like Moses sliding down with his stones
Building a community of skilled runaways.
Travel alone – or not – able Humboldt.
Cross the third planet,
Full speed in your sphere,
Roll into the white blackhole,
Do not look back at the taboo imposed
By this country, still calling you:
Stranger,
Disabled,
Outlier.
Let the cosmos be your guide,
In this unique journey of thine.
Checo's Third Space 