Scifi Poetry

I’m still wordlesswhirlwind speedsleads to whirl-cycloneand much more… six trillion milesis a light-yearI was not taughtto count beyond thatand I’m not sureif I’m within that rangeor without mooringsbeyond the span of gravity I feel a pullwith no strings attachednot a known face or namelimitations put me in shame I’ll write about it sometime.if time existsor … Continue reading Not fiction, not my clone