"Never a serenity to clasp
more than a bird's shadow; never a certainty
to hold, more than a cloud's...

These things he knows
            are someone else's
heirlooms,

alien,
      fossil-frail;
are not what he would choose

to impart
         to a spacecraft
leaving the Solar System."

--Silas Haslam, Po*tic Parall*logram (1994)



Waiting for You.


On my victrola- Momus: Circus Maximus