something like an upward spiral.
I'm afraid to say.
Whatever this is,
this isn't downward,
I know that.
I'm rocketing away now,
traded the ponies in
and got me an old-fashioned missile to the moon.
I'm not there yet,
still blasting through the void.
I hope
I get there soon.
"You are ridiculous."
"You already said that; new word."
"What?"
"I don't know... something like, incorrigible."
"Yeah, that's nice."
"You're incorrigible."
"Why thank you, darling."
