I think to feel better. I need no
Time to prepare. Lying here
On the floor, the problem is
Never enough, too many
Inches and eons. The program
Loads while the house lights
Fade. Stars, then the computer
Glitches and the wiz
Pushing switches says, ignore
The horizon, restarts and
The universe fills. Burgeon
And strew fool mind into
Seeing all the way
Where space fires and flames
Out, forgetting all can’t be
Twinkle and rapture when
Forever’s dark and cold.
Hayden Planetarium, 2017