“If we long to believe that the stars rise and set for us, that we are the reason there is a Universe, does science do us a disservice in deflating our conceits?”  – Carl Sagan


Knowing nothing

Orangewoods with heads down

Silent wings creeping

Hunting sheets crinkled and light

Stare at the wall all night

Maybe I will twist into a coil

and stroke frothing

drops of water on your corpse…

then, relax my self-assurance on

your smoldering chest…fire
I know nothing

but that this time
will travel along with me…