At the Bottom of 13
At the Bottom of 13 I live out here in the deep frozen space. Here, I'm all Alone, and I live in my rocket ship. I'd count all the stars and give them each names, But without any windows, there's nothing to count Except what's erased From my memory. To further the metaphor, I'll say this: I am now like the desecrated grave of Shakespeare. With the head removed from the torso, The disturbed dust becomes our shared curse. Before I forget, I'll tell you my whole story before it folds. After the fold, I will flip and forget all of this. The river Lethe is said to erase all Like the Big Bang did so long ago. Everything that had existed fused together In the cosmic crucible And then spat out with a bang Carrying a blue-print of the forever design. The flip will erase you. It will erase me, too. So while I still can, I will tell you all: It's no joke when I say I live in space.