“unsigned horizon”     The horizon stays unsigned, a gray span that won’t take a mark. The raft holds by its own inward pull, nothing formal keeping it together. No place for the shore to grab hold, no cut in the wood for a hook to turn it...

echo need channeling through the cosmosthere is an understanding, not that of eartha dark place I once wasthey look into my thoughtsand wait to see how I will respondtracing thoughts through the galaxiesback to my originsa civilization of great...