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Telescope

The waves stopped crashing, or at least the sound
didn’t make it all the way to the screen
door anymore, and the silence was a
deep layer of black at the bottom of
the Pacific, the most absolute form
of fog, and the beach was drowned, and the bluffs
crumbled and were never seen again, and
the surface and the sky and all manner
of moisture coalesced into one long
humid moment, bereft of focal points
beyond itself, outside of time, the stars
casting amateur reflections on the
plastic telescope we’d used to capture
Venus earlier after the sun died.

Space Mountain

What a beautiful place, space. Infinite
possibilities for so many good memories,
and to plunge at rocket speed
through the Vincent van Gogh night on a ride
made by a cartoon mouse creator is
as insane as it sounds. So I guess this
is the alternate universe where a
man and his drawing hand can rule the world
even after death, but speeding through this
fabricated eternity chamber
is the greatest inspiration, and not
to write, or to Live Life, but to be fine
with whatever comes later: Paradise,
darkness, full color reincarnation…

Smoke Detector Spaceport

It hangs down, suspended into the air. Circles upon circles, the top (technically bottom) has two rectangular holes that look like windows. You lie back on the ground and spend time thinking about what conversations could be happening in a hub like that, attached to a larger ship or space station, isolated, hanging out, vulnerable to the vacuum. The vistas. The puffy jumpsuits. The cool, detached computer voice giving updates and alerts. The mundane commute from the rest of the complex. Wonder eventually replaced with banality.

You picture this, staring up at the ceiling, action figures of your mind acting out tiny scenarios. You do not think about it, but it feels like a better way to spend your afternoon than merely changing the batteries.

Inside A Cave

Sound
Echoes seemingly
Without effort
Without end

Stalactites
Build above
Milk the earth
Above
Epochs pass

The galaxy
A garden
Earth
A flower
In her

Life
A spring
Perennial

Reflection Echo

If there’s no such thing as a vacuum
What then cleaned my carpets?
Hyperdrive a blink away

These Pyramid builder’s children
Space age thoughts ablaze
Are claiming well-spaced particles
Will drive the new space age

Secret wars of micro teams
Particles that appear to beam
Away the need for fuel

Leave it to the desert
Rich in sands of oil
To cleanse our thirsty habit

 Of drinking from the soil
Reflections of reflections bounce
These particles to action

If you think you’ve got the gist
Rethink! You know
But a refraction.

Overview Effect

They say the astronaut’s heart grows
Exultant in her grace
The change palpable
As a newborn to her mother

Held before your eyes
Your home planet
One hundred miles away
Whether you’re above or beyond

Who can say
Some distant sunlit dome of seas and gold
At times the top of a beach umbrella
Or a Cheshire Cat grin

At the boundaries of space
Whole, untethered, connected
More than ever
To the contours of her glowing face.

Who, Me?

It’s another way to think about yourself,
black-hole fighter,
ground alighter,
physics law smiter.

I, a Living Spaceship?
An effort-based
Vehicle, my bony chassis

 A galactic assembly of
Calcium plants,
Milky Way beams

Within skin panels
I boost with muscle
Strands fueled

By liquid iron circuits,
These tributaries
Transfuse digits,

 Limbs, trunk
Alike, irrigate with
Minerals I

Commandeer, flood
Interior plains,
Steer each day

The way the moon
Rocks the sea, nightly
Surely, lightly.