my shadow effervescent,

under angled light deep galactic blacks shine milky way blue

orbiting orbiting around me.

silhouetted.

solar flare wail, amongst obsolete planets.

no one to past tense these toxic atmospheric pressures.

except

— duh? all voyages eventually hit ‘except’ where captains lose capability and universes reverse in self-consumptive fellatio —

her night vision goggles, angled up.

her leather jacket, NASA pins.

her recognition, this-isn’t-right

there’s something nuclear out there. awe! here to there, so far, but it’s real. pure destruction! this love, for god damn chaos, unrequited but pulsating. it’s like, i can’t help anyone.

formulaic,

longitudes and latitudes,

radial perspective,

time and date, considering distance,

birth rates and death rates,

a lot of probability,

and there’s no control for this.

when she witnessed my shadow’s harrowing depth

light years away, i witnessed too.

halley’s comet love,

landlocked gazers,

what if

what if

what if