Take a gravitational pull on this blunt.

A big hit, no bunt.

Inhale, exhale.

Sit back, don't front.

Feel the brunt of stunted growth.

From one who's grunted oaths...

And hunted ghosts.

The ones who flaunt nonchalance...

Are haunted most.

I have traveled light years...

Between my left and right ears.

So, even when I'm out there...

I'm right here.

In fact, I'm everywhere...

Even as I'm standing right here!

4th Dimensional shit...

A Sightseer.

Without a space suit or flight gear.

Still, a mere mortal...

I peer thru portals of orbital sockets.

On this orbital rocket.

Traveling the Cosmos thru osmosis.

No neurosis.

Call it self hypnosis.

As I'm not an Astronaut...

It's the closest.

Only Issac Asimov was as focused.