She listsby Luke FrangioneRight ascension 17h 45m 40s We skirted the singularity I smiled into the emptiness beneath her hull, and the silence that accompanied hoping that considering the dimensions of her If she lists and I cannot, * * In crossing the line All matter draws to that dark well. Unable to touch despite our tack, If nothing escapes the event’s horizon then what matters Copyright © 2005, Luke Frangione Luke Frangione resides in Southern Connecticut. Vaguely fascinated by patterns in life he splits his time between his writing, teaching High School Literature courses, and directing adaptations of Shakespeare’s works. His poetry has appeared previously in The Purple, Greenzine, and Ancient Heart Magazine, among others. |