Radiant Underground Cosmos: Tangram in transience
I
Half man in a mission
Automatic landscapes
of nebula
Black expansion
over the sun
near our heads
Where are we?
Escaping
from gardens
Well you know
i need the space
lovely Rita
Not a prison
not a mind
Just a cosmic hope
Oneself
with cold ash
Metaphoric prism
Tiny tiny
cubes and triangles in red
dead in ropes of planets
