earth off limits, protected by
My love lost here,
but not there in
the worlds of if.
We were warm in the nestle of our curve,
a perfect fit.
We were skin to skin wrapped in silence
I held you once more then opened eyes and
you were gone.
I sighed your loss, but embraced you
We were warm in the nestle of our curve
between the worlds
black hole distortion
inside event horizon-
of Sinclair's fictional
character who has now become
I am not a Marxist, although some ignoramous may call me a communist.
I am also not an immigrant, although the same uneducated person will probably tell to return my point of origin.
The majority seems to be unable to distinguish ideologies in the current climate.
I am alone, but not lonely.
In solitude, I feel the Other.
Deep inside the desert of self, I am rescued
by that small voice which rises above words.
I give thanks for the blessings bestowed on
me by that which I have lost.
I think I'm young,
know I'm the one,
with good looks too.
But then boo-hoo,
I look and see
who's looking back at me!