i've been thinking about you. how can i not?
think, think, think, always in the middle of the night when sleep is so 
hard to come by. i've been seeing the past as recent history, the one
i would like to forget, the one that is so familiar.
some day i will remember to forget.

Who thought it would be happy
bearing witness to the cellular,
the primal, the neuro
not the euro, the dress size,
the decline of the auto American empire.

Mindlessness reigns supreme when it's time.
Space not a place but a state of being.
Why can't we embrace it?