Space Ghost

Like a shooting star
Every dream that is left to die
Success for tragedy and turkey for dinner,
both near and far
And coast to coast a shredding of consciousness,
like snake skin as a solitary exhalation and cry
To cleanse, like lava eating fat
A climax for every unmet climax of story point
crescendo
Having met full-in-face that....
That which shall meet me in the end,
the cliff face I have ascended;
I will simply let go