grasp a balloon by its pendulous string
ride it to the moon, O glorious thing
marooned across that giant rock
draw your own map so you don't get
lost
take a nap
take a coat
it gets cold
when it turns its back on us

there's certain stars
never seen from this angle
who have never seen such an angel
and when your host turns a crescent
cast a line back down
i'll take the bait
so i too can drown