August 10, 1998


Wrapped Within a Shroud of Stars


darkness, utter and complete,
enshrouds us where we lie
broken randomly as the flaming lights of distant suns
beckon we who can never come
too distant by far
earth’s hope, our own hope, dying while we live


I had this idea of writing about a ship of exploration,
probing the heavens according to man’s designs,
getting lost in the middle of nowhere because all our
theories were wrong. It came no further than this.