Jupiter
Old glass revealed impermanent shapes
Liquidated on fumes of Jupiter,
Picking holes in time once particular
To us and our intuitions of space.
Show me how I can set myself apart
From everything the cosmos has made of you.
Show me how this continuum stops
Consuming us with dreamlike intensities.
Interlinked on distant clouds of gas,
Condensing other’s lives within ourselves,
An essence of that union is distilled
Into something quite unlike a vision
Of myself.
