The Skyline Is Two Gazes Long.

And I Crane My Neck

To Take It All In,

And Bump My Head

Against The Windshield,

Trying To Find The Sun.

It Runs Ahead Of Us.

I Don't Know What Direction That Is.



I Want To Go To Faraway Places,

But Momentum Makes My Head

Ponderous And Heavy.

Planetary Rotation



Is Time Winding Down?



The Light From Our Bodies Precedes Us.

I Can See You Craning Your Neck.