conquering planets on the frontier

lost the entire apparatus
and all linear perspective
deep in the void

where we’ve upped Pascal’s wager
sophists with our solipsistic
ironies of fate

and the wind is calling back
all of her juggernauts
[tonight]

into the flush and open
vacuum heart
of a wounded singularity

the lead-pipe cinch
of talking heads
that haunt this laudanum daydream

and capricious as
the morning phase
may be, we’re twice as fickle

on the edge of
gravity
gerrymandering The nexus