B12

Also how I experience myself,
in getting over the hump,
coffee isn't social,
it scares me witless,
the heart doesn't beat as one,
this isn't my pulse,
I don't feel its blip
in mine or other bodies
when all thoughts,
are no thoughts at once.

The snow, the other day,
and we blue dotted,
on unbooted map,
an arcology and nothing but
the will to conserve ourselves
let alone the perfect white expanse.
Screw the sight lines,
erase the horizon.

It was my pillow soaked in tears -
I had such deep dreams
of space as a child,
of wanting nothing more,
and such weeping frustration
in excising space of insignificance.