Space Exploration To Solve Earthly Crises

It's cold in the yard I don't know where to start Everything is already tattooed somewhere The sun's radiance reaches us in eight minutes but given its age Given the ever expanding nature of the universe somewhere, 4.5 billion light years away its solar winds are breathing fire for the first time Its flares dancing through the dark to awaken the worlds at their birth. Is our being this buoyant? Is some celestial observer watching us through a series of glass lenses and mirrors, jotting down notes of years ago Maybe of his flight across the country from the place he called home to the place i've always called home? If so, on what star, on what precious rock, does his life still shine? I've been tinkering with lead pipes and gunpowder Aluminum frames, fein saws and soldering irons Steel. A fishbowl from the attic my astronaut's helmet Winter gloves, snow boots and overalls over a wetsuit to stave off the cold A notebook of his thoughts to stave off the loneliness; infinity didn't feel like anything until i was among the stars searching for something that i had loved and lost. Let us hope that the duct tape holds And that my misguided science and memories of his crooked coffee-stained smile can lead me to a place where his light still illuminates the days