The Drift

by Fred Aiken

in the endless void of hyperspace, 

i am lost, adrift, 

a mere trace of my former self, 

mind set to blurry status

as the stars streak past in a frenzied whir

i am suspended in a cosmic dance with no way out,

no hope; no chance; no escape 

this eerie realm,

and oh, by the way, this isn’t related,

but we’re also out of coffee