We Went To The Moon To Have

Keep Thinking. You Can Hear Our Brains Rattling Around Inside Us, Like The Littler Russian Dolls.

We Must Curb Ourfury, And Allow Sadness To Diminish, And Speak Our Stories With Coolness And Deliberation.

You Need The Noise Of Your Friends In Space.

I Do Not Know What I Regret. I Sit With My Pen, And Cannot Find An End To That Sentence.

At Long Last, You May No Longer Distinguish What Binds You From What Is You.