Day: May 25, 2024

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Bands of purple line the sky up here 
beside our flight; below, Japan.
We'll leave the sun behind us,
and now insert ourselves, 
stealthy, like angels,
into the east
and darkness
and then
dawn.

Well, somewhere just south of Kamchatka,
I opted to boldly declare
a new, liminal approach:
an opposition to
exaggerations
of sentience,
and instead,
exist.
So.

Later, over the Aleutian chain,
there arose feelings of regret.
Baroque significations
unfurled their abstractions.
Inaccessible,
meanings were lost;
nothing left,
I sought 
sleep.

– a poem made of 3 nonnets enchained.