Vast and Lonely Spaces

Vast and Lonely Spaces

1-31-06

Now all expectations have bleeded,
burnt to the ground, and all is empty sky,
lonely space, far-off stars a’twinkle
some dancing in binary bliss,
and all of these burning hydrogen minds
surrounded by satellites, parasites,
work, humanity, pimples, coffee, coughs,
planets and dust clouds,
all yearning for reunification,
shrugging off mind-clutter debris,
before we twinkle into brown dwarfs, or
explode.

*later editorial point: I am PsyLynx and do whatever the hell I please. Yeah, I did know about the bled thing, but I like bleeded more.*

Grammatical point: have bleeded should be have bled. Unless, of course, you're PysLynx and you do whatever the hell you please.

I liked this piece, it was very interesting and it was uniquely written indeed!

Yeah, you go man...
Why can I compare this to Brad's work and say... if he was just a bit naiver and weirder he'd write like you?
Take it as a compliment... or don't.. Because you're Psylynx, and you do whatever the hell you please/

I'm naive? Oh dear, I'm screwed up already without learning more bad adult news.

this entire poem, even when not discussing universal things, had a very atomic/not ethereal...but "space-y" feel about it. and i believe that using "bleeded" instead of "bled" is great =] i liked it. it certainly sounded better. i really liked this - it's less harsh than most of your poetry, and i find that sort of refreshing. but it doesn't lack any PsyLynx at all, don't worry. it's got PsyLynx all over it.