The Heavenly Escapade: Parts I-III

By the way, in order to counter any political spin that might be made of this by cutthroat campaigns, I should say that I support Hillary for president this year. She has more experience and has already shown that she handles power well. This is just a fun story. Too bad we have to have these power grabs. They have helped greatly to make a shambles of my online posts in the last sixteen years. I consider them a menace to my personal security. I: The Prospector The Earth was in an equinox, her crusted pools amassing To break the ice and flow again upon the hemisphere But rather than remain at home for one more summer's passing The scheduled departure for a restless man drew near The loving two who'd nurtured him and named him Alexander Had made sure that his education would surpass in scope A prodigy, he'd been prepared for competitions grander Than those with which his able peers were disciplined to cope Excelling in the sciences, at distant suns he'd wonder And soaked up, most, the knowledge for an interstellar flight He'd picture how he'd turn the key and feel the engines thunder As afterburners liberated plumes of yellow light Humanity had far advanced its certain apprehension To touch the surfaces once thought beyond the mortal reach Detecting in the spatial void, a singular dimension That cut the light-years of the ride to barely moments each The globe became a speck to him, against a mighty Titan An isolated outpost of significance too small From which to look beyond for any measure to enlighten And whose amenities could only capture and forestall The boundless possibilities of other shores to land on Distracted him from noticing the beauty of his home Restricted by the gravity, a better life, he planned on Once out into the galaxy and fully free to roam Scholastic labs afforded him exceptional resources To see the needed breakthroughs and design the proper ship He programmed it to keep inside the esoteric courses To make the most he could of the anticipated trip A lifetime of engaging in his astronomic passion Had culminated finally upon the launching pad A perfect world awaited him to freely form and fashion Which as a mere terrestrial, he never could have had II: The Craft The spaceship Gnostic cleared the clinging canopy of cobalt And on an intermission, caught the pale unfailing moon For sentimental looking back, his course would offer no halt But promised his arrival to the destination soon He'd poured his utmost into the concern of good propulsion Installing extra turbines to accelerate his speed He fed them with a mixture that was processed by emulsion A few collected particles was all that he would need Her hull consisted of an alloy recently discovered By drawing on the minerals of otherworldly mines Against the jeopardy of space, entirely, it covered And cut the sleekest path along the slenderest of lines The cockpit offered cozy seats within a thoughtful layout Where sensors captured images from odd and even side And cybernetic games gave an imaginary way out To he whose passage through the door might strictly be denied The legend that enticed him to the far-flung planet, Ova Was of a large community of women fair and tall Who'd only come to visit when a sudden supernova Would vaporize their home world and make singles of them all He figured he'd be better off than with the Terran choices Who always sought to alter him in inconvenient ways Intoning their admonishment in thin, unsparing voices Until his plain environment became a hopeless maze The Ovans had no other man to use for their example Of how he might improve himself or know where he fell shy His average virility should still prove more than ample To dominate them utterly without the need to try The ship's computer told him to prepare for hyper travel He buckled in and waited for the customary burst A modicum of mystery remained, yet, to unravel But he would have to get there and attempt his project first III: The Women As fits the cosmic scheme of things, millennia transpired Since women had arrived to make their novel new abode By visions of Utopia, the builders were inspired Towards a brave but soft new world, they passionately strode A founding myth was fashioned to extol their halved condition So that descendants would not pine to have the former whole And with the independent means to render parturition Successors were restricted to the rightful gender, sole While many of them might have liked to have two parents better Their caste of ruling priestesses, to power, tightly clung To save them from an outcome where domestic chores would fetter As by unjust supremacy, their highest fell a rung The priestesses could read the stars and someone was expected To come down from the heavens soon, in answer to their need Since implantation to conceive was, by a host, rejected Which called for a replenishment of healthy human seed A lookout saw the Gnostic make an unobtrusive landing Outside a population centre, on a vacant lot And once she saw the pilot on the Ovan soil, standing Sent word to her superior to come straight to the spot His eyes received a thrill upon his incidental gander At well constructed women in an exercise routine Who stopped what they were doing when they noticed Alexander Because he was the only man that they had ever seen They came up close to stare at him and touch his chin unshaven And keen was he to touch them back, but from it, was deterred When interrupted by the one whose face, by years, was graven And taken to confinement without so much as a word The Amazons were tough enough to bind him at a table As he beheld them silently and showed his broken heart They'd banish him to whence he came, as soon as he was able Retaining of his person, merely one productive part (to be continued)
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