The air ends way up there
and the atmosphere begins.
Just past the cosmic fog
there lies a gap in consciousness.

Astronomical at least
the gravitational pull of interbeing.
Strange orbiting matter
in the corner quasar
where light escapes the mind unseen.

Contact lost with ground control.
Contact made without a word.
Drifting in a brilliant dust
toward sonic signals yet unheard.

(11/19/2016 – Black Oak Ranch, Laytonville, California)