horoscope says

Paging mister melodrama 
with another of his next-to-
greatest hits, the big boo hoo tale 
called how red and tender my feet
got last night! Oh, from dancing too
close to the poor, dead whale. It's 
as much as a bonfire, now died down 
but we might as well raise a sextant
to plot something sure in a course 
of stars. If you're aiming from space, 
let's draw ourselves sharp
and not waste 
one line
'til we've
skipped past Jupiter, landing
by gravity's time-nicked kiss 
in some cratered Mars.