the loneliness of outer space

the loneliness of outer space
is nothing compared to the
bleak places in between
spheres representing
who we are as in a
diagram i thought
up the other after-
noon on the couch
looking out the
window dreaming
again before the boss
showed up (haha) and
around these spheres
(as who we are) are our
friends and other people
who are in our lives, and
they revolve around, some
having an orbit around more
than one sphere. and the image
breaks down.

i thought about drawing it,
to scale, but the snail who
delivers my mail didn't send
pens and/or pencils so i just
thought about it, thinking i'd
catch it with words later - and
here i am now trying to wrestle
it to the page after midnight.

a person is a sphere around
which other spheres, other
people, spin and wobble
and rotate around. and
when two people come
together the people
and things in orbit
around them must
sync and or mesh
and you must look
out many years as
an astronomer would
to see if at any time in
the foreseeable future
any of the objects or
people in either of
the orbits of the
two spheres
will ever
collide.

you'd think with less
objects and memories
and people floating around
people it would be easier to be
a good mesh with another sphere,
but it's weird because with less floating
around us, the less chance of finding
another sphere to hold dear under
the force of gravitic love. new
words for new ways of ex-
pressing in words
(in my mind
flowers replace
spheres as colors
twirl and dance in an
autumnal display of natural
beauty)

in the vast reaches of space
outside the sphere of planet
earth, up and out here on a
moon the forlornness does
indeed exist and thoughts
such as those above some
times make the revolutions
around the planet earth (so
far away from home and is-
olated) not elated but steady.

i'm an astronaut in my day-
dreams that seem to stay
with me, causing me to
sway with abandon,
live life with a
sense of
wonder
rather
than
dread
...