At the center of town is a lake like at the center of a body is water 
     like at the center of water there is someone opening the fridge in
     the middle of the night looking for a liminal bone to soften the pulse,
     dissolve the cage, blink blue vapor against the lacuna 
                                                                                     of dreamlessness
                                                      where a cave is millions
                             and a thready amnesiac 
                             flicks flame on stone
                             in search of 
                             one solitary slit in the moon 
                             to stick through and pull           
                                  

                                         Space is so ugly it bleached the bible 
                                       laundered the faces of a nuclear family                     
                                                              tore man’s flags to waste

                                Space is so beautiful it bleached the bible 
                                   laundered the faces of a nuclear family                     
                                                             tore man’s flags to waste
In the year 2024
       Space is a person
                                        
         waving


         with exhaustion