Sonatina

Beyond this perfect sphere of chalk 

Which veils point diamond quasar point

Ascending finely

Shade

By shade

To fading pastel blue

Black vacuum spaces

Draw to focus

Sharp, precise, white points of stars

No dusk.     No dawn.

My soul,

A single, shining missile

Weaves              dark                chunks       jagged               through           sudden               of 

       interstellar

                                    rock

Not unanti-lifelike

Yet so ...so stupid, easy to evade

So laughing at point nine nine nine of c

I zing

And age but just enough

To feel