5.29.20 (office poem)

a fluster: the office moth trapped by curtain and glass flutters confused, directionless desiring a landscape it cannot breathe we both see and concede, yet vacant the door to the left

Cosmos Eventually (A Postponed Project Complete)

I made peace with this heart that longs for you across valleys of heaven and light and cosmic radiation. And the things I’ve done, I may come to regret, but going rogue with a ship weighs heavy even in space. … And I ask myself why love has led me to this? I took hold…