Mars

Plastic clocks tick 
His skin itches 
Haunting visions of red oceans 

I know a place where the buffalo roam 
the air is so cold that it freezes their souls 
but they all hold still 
I waste my time until I finally get it right 

Einstein's nightmares re-envisioned 
dancing water 
broken oxygen 

explosions of oceans and hydrogen bonds 
oxygen splits with my wit and my bones 
I found a way to make rain on my own 
I found a way to pollinate the red globe