Space Fish
someone said it Stood For
that Sinking Feeling
as reality recedes all around,
mind crying out for attention in
a universe of dopplering people and systems,
of dreams growing ever more nebulous
and Primary I finding herself alone.

Searching For a Secular Faith
lapsed empiricists come face to face with
the Substance of Fantasy
a mind-sized amoeba with
sipping lips all round its edges
feeding on reality: reality,
which has no roots, which floats
like now through Space … Forever.

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