My name isn’t terrestrial playwright with hunter sunglasses for nothing. 
Retreating to circuit theater is a bore, finding 
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.  

Meeting up, we stand around, 
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.   
 
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What 
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out.  

That’ll be the day to bring a guest for the ride!