audio I sing of the flailing follicles which flicker aboard a cosmonaut's skin like a candlelight, for astronauts stew in a vibrating brew of eyelash escapees and eyebrow runaways, That wiggle and spasm vigorously in all directions like crazed toddlers in the throes of a sugar rush. A space traveller's hair strands stand at attention on occasion paralyzed by the panoramic surge of all-encompassing connection Earth gazing showers over virgin vision,
Their hairs also desperately grip threadbare roots before weightlessness finally yanks their anchors out like a tidal wave scattering a dandelion ball across an abyss.