Salvational orbits, swirling somewhere in the great beyond.
No crutches are needed in zero gravity; my feet don’t touch the ground.
So beam me up and bless my soul, hand me a halo, and then let’s go.
I'm weightless, I'm flying, and I’m circling the moon.
If we take off by sunset, we can get there by noon.
From the noon heat of the desert to the frost of its night.
The vessel is traveling faster than light.
I was picked up this morning with nary a notice.
Not a warning, a reason, or rhythm.
As I hurtled through space toward the stars far away,
A notion passed through my mind
My bills were all paid and my job was complete.
Intergalactic salvation is sweet.~Jay Olson
