no regrets

No one knows but
I
Wrote a letter.

And
I sent a messenger to deliver it

By now
It is read.

return of me

Tired-

But i arrived at the terminal

With no regrets.

i went to forget

and

i forgot,

as all crushed souls

do

soon enough.

it was an accomplishment

just to feel,

again-

the disabling stomach flutters.

while i was gone:

i did not fall in love

it was more like i

fell out of

whatever i was in

before i left.

hello.

hello.

you've reached the voicemail of -------
i am currently out of the office
or away from my desk.

sorry i was unavailable and cannot take your call.

enjoy the rest of your day.
thank you.

{i'll be out of the country until next month, it should be fantastic.}

"to forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity"

Nietzsche

american dreams

the bikeriders and beyond
- Danny Lyon

l'enfant

disappear

fifteen years later.

again,
saturn's rings disappear
reflecting no sunlight.

and in fifteen years time they will disappear,
again.

e.l. trouvelot

{but does it float}

total eclipse of the sun

aurora borealis

the planet jupiter

the great nebula in orion