Space Pilgrims Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Space Pilgrims

Pilgrims we clasped with tentacles,
for the outcomes,

Men baring their souls to the suns,
Life's pursuits of the baringly beautiful world,
The trash, we entombed to forgetfulness,

How born do we become this icon,
From cradles to sunsets,
How chosen, becomes this numeral people's for today's bulwarks,

Now who doubts,
When solving brilliant ideas,
The masters of this life and caregivers of nature,

Don't say we made some few noteworthy mistakes,
Now thesea rises,
The air threatens,

But with this one tenacious grip,
This destinies of space,
This bastions of life

Unsinkable as cords
as hardened fleshes,
people, known for propensity
As pilgrims rose for the occasion,
For more explorations,