An Astronaut Disconnects

on a high walk communicating

like i was and ever shall be original

without fault both intimate and numerate


to all the above to sing of where i live

in pure autonomy the moon bid me unlink


to see a ‘dans maen’ of merry maidens

are the stars talking in my voice

i remember lying in the grass at home

and what the stars first gave me was eternity

as my pulse raced the image darkened



and i floated away into infinity



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