In what seems void are corridors:
invisible filaments in gravity webs
between planets, suns, moons,
meteors, dust—
.
channels
in nets of love between us
.
We move through them
first in flame machines
burning hydrogen and smoldering lust
to come hopefully unspent upon
some new shore anywhere but here
anywhere but in boredom
anywhere but in the best place:
the den the lair the home the nest
the sanctum cloister cave the rest
anywhere but the wholly familiar
being such bold and
ignorant explorers
first in flame machines
burning hydrogen and smoldering lust
to come hopefully unspent upon
some new shore anywhere but here
anywhere but in boredom
anywhere but in the best place:
the den the lair the home the nest
the sanctum cloister cave the rest
anywhere but the wholly familiar
being such bold and
ignorant explorers
by Jim Culleny, September 24, 2009
Blink 