will you mark the bridge on your passing stanislaw catching in the eddy beneath where i came apart water circling into the sky i was somewhere else in the ether alone beneath a great canvas of static vacuum a cosmic blot of existence what have you lost in the canals of mars
slipped slipped slipped.
[early astronomers spent years of their lives mapping out the canals of mars, a sure sign that there was once flowing water on the planet, and therefore, life. unbeknownst to them, the canals were nothing but the vessels of their eyes, reflected upon the lenses of their telescopes.]