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