Pilot


you, whether the flame or the ice,
consume the all-encompassing matter
by particle; a spectacle of light
and shine wide the opened exterior
like a soul that hangs for the jaw-dropped
moon who woefully sings her tune:i sought it
and lived, and loved, and laughed--
whoever the matter undoes--
you know
that there was a way i loved you
and still do no matter
where the extended sky trails to

as a pilot i cannot help but dolefully follow it.