Jetted like the circus's 
Human bullet, he'll face 
A public privacy 
For the space of his throttled jaunt. 
Returning, 
Will he be implacably displaced, 
Haunted by earthlessness? 
Craving the unknown, he endures, 
Abides its brood of dangers, 
Even this one of being 
Always a stranger 
To those riding at our planet's pace only around 
The simple sun.