a hard horizon

subliming with the silence of the sky

vaporizes memory of night and day

swirls them together

until it dawns

we have forgotten what we know-

that ours is but a small part

of a huge pot of peppered water

a dim planetary dot

on other hard horizons

it’s not strangling the dolphin that is hard

it’s finding the neck

that really becomes a problem

but what was I saying

before i deviated from my subject?

of course, our world

as seen from others

is a pathetic (unimpressive)

thing

with an atmosphere

just enough to generate sentience

good one, ones

of millions of miles

of relentless gravity

the weight cannot be described

which reminds me

she always smiles when I say that I miss her

as though my loss

were a mass

and the further she went, the stronger my loss should be

but what was I saying about the others

oh yes, that there are others

but you have already convinced yourself of that

obviously or

you haven’t been listening

have you?