Friday, January 8, 2010

Trajectory

My brain has declined with me; my thoughts are wetter, warmer, softer, weaker. But I can still remember that brief arc above the clouds when I was 20, breaking into clean crisp air and seeing every system laid out by the light of the stars.
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