A man came and handed him
A key and pointed to a door
Inscribed “Your Wishes.”
It had been five years since
He uttered those wishes
He’d worked at them in a hostile
Wasteland like Mars’s surface
Exiled and now, offered
A key and a door, a return
Of sorts, to the world
He’d left, and now those wishes
Reemerged, emblazoned
On the door, characters,
Symbols of a future life
In forms of the past.