Thoughts of you swim the oceans of my world - empty otherwise Twin satellites - moons of cheese hang like winter brisk in the velvet sheets of night...
The image fades Slowly and takes me willingly Along without cause I pause unsure An edge like the wind Cutting terror fear want To pieces I screamed...
There in the distance At sloping angles to the sky Jaggedly smooth Almost weightless Seemingly indestructible And unobserved if looked at straight-on...