There's a planet that's been method
acting in my head, passionate as a
coloring child.
Drifting like a sign you can't dispell with
the logic you were looking for it.
It seeks to embody the gross
underestimation of space at large,
without grand aspirations.
As if to ask: is a planet larger than the
mind--the planet says: don't answer that,
I'm inexorable.
As the planet balances on a tenuous
black square--for my sake, on an axial
tilt lending itself to delivery.