(my) space diary

One night as he sat at his table head on hands he saw himself rise and go. One night or day. For when his own light went...

“I think: there at the point where thought joins with me I am able to subtract myself from being, without diminishing, wit...

“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.” “What uniform ca...

"I saw you this morning, you were moving so fast.  Can't seem to loosen my grip  On the past.  And I miss you s...

“Under the sad end-of-days spell of the smoky dusk and the waning year, of the moon and its ostentatious superiority to the tr...

Dreamers They never learn They never learn Beyond, beyond the point Of no return Of no return       And i...