some kind of science

Dark hair within a glass helmet,
he's something of an astronomer
without a license.

Motorcycle accidents are good examples
of terminal velocity
which when applied to a person
(who knows shit-all about physics)
creates a system of destruction that negates gravity
and births a new science
of finding star systems within glowing plastic embers cooling on pavement.

He has bright eyes
and a penchant for mint.
When he's mapped every corner
of every constellation
he will truly be lost.
But as of today, he's still just
a humble astronomer
and his maps are blueprints of worlds he will never reach
within simulations he can only proselytize about
and realities
he can't use as credible scientific sources.

A Ducati reaches maximum speeds
of 169 miles per hour,
enough to cast a shadow
on the spirit of exploration;
something he claims- something I claim,
has been dead a long time.

He says we court the system
every time we try to remember who Galileo really was,
and he tells me he doesn't give a damn
about being a cog in the great,
vast machine of the universe.