into this world i tumbled,
vain from my mothers hollow,
with blood and a voice made known
screaming about who i am to grow dim,
          ?
me, a comet flaring on into a space who forever swallows shut
me, a temporary broker for the moment’s in-between
me, a thing that ponders its own significance quiet erosion
me, the ticket taking subway socialist
me, the opposable thumb man with hands
me, to be continued…
          …amidst emptiness and stars.