Nightflight
By Norman Miller
By Norman Miller
Montana. The name burned on a mental map -
badlands, sodbusters, black hats.
It's all black now, high high above the
archipelago of glowing dust towns,
scattered prairie constellations.
A single dot of light, a fallen star caught far out
on the giant wing
keeps me up & untouchable.
You are as out of reach, half-way
across a planet.
In my theory, distance shrinks and curls into nothingness. In my theory
I am a strange particle caught in your force
Separated from you but forever with your imprint
for once having been together.
The treble-7 hastens towards its own distant place
Thoughts crackling with delta tango and 3-5 zeroes.
Gravity's beaten. Other forces shiver.
Our strings
Pain, desire, joy, comfort
search for
a unified theory,
Light, dark.
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