Space Puns.

Space is not a mockery 

Because the window it opens to by another means 

Is the age becoming vogue a long distant viewed channel 

Penetrating darkness peers of light and likeness shone onto 

Touched a mask and rusty musket but failed to down the house

Made the way so stay aware I saw the world from my window sill

For four plums and a gold watch it wasn’t in good condition still

I looked thru it before writing my world and a little of the beyond

Or in another quandary I am led believing like nature in the truism 

Of the King in other words all those beliefs have come from inside

The Crown of St, George who fiction shows slew the winged dragon 

Dragons are still present but empty is the last crown of the brewmaster 

The learning tree George has not returned or the other foe the stories

That illuminates many of our beliefs without prejudice one such may be

Now in the making but there is a war at home and a war in distances

That is the breath of its life the soul denies the chariot clauses marked

By gold are raised with jewels above our resting places in the worlds soil

At the furthest end of the MilkyWay a crematorium or cremation of the

MilkyWay may exist or such a disproportionate sun is growing and spinning 

All its remnants about it in like fashion and it’s solar rays echoing the Galaxy

As of its propagation or Martians blending into the MilkyWay for significance 

But not wanting to be understood.