Ephemeris 1679

for those who will read this logbook, smelling an incense ink

during the trip

for those who will reflect about this logbook, while a red stellar

lantern runs fast

for those who appreciate the day before

to strip the great gray-clad axioms

for those who believe to know all, about the numbers and details

of the pantheism,

while I admire over me, behold an icicle,

locked to write a legacy, that melts in the tide

act of contrition, the plated casing holds

locked to write a legacy, a man never tamed

act of contrition

form, a misleading form, connecting the dots

updating the log, carry on...

negative sine into diagram, geometrical designs comparing

flyers revolve in the plastic mind as a comets storm strike

distorted substrates grow just now, an aisle for salvation

fortuitous crash inhibits the script, odd casualty cheap

futureless, while I admire over me

behold an icicle, locked to write a legacy, that melts in the tide

act of contrition, the plated casing holds

locked to write a legacy, a man never tamed

act of contrition

whizzing lights, a dart to the end, strolling and writing about me

first breathing time, a membrane evaporates

one million words to say half, one symbol to hide it for ever

for those who will reflect about this logbook, for those who believe to know all...

for those who believe to know all...