Photo: Brian Federle
“Despair is the absolute extreme of self-love.”
Gazing into bright desert space
we see endless highways, distant
mountains we never reach,
sharp hills, steep cliffs
receding
as we move closer,
closer,
to the pacing sun,
creasing dark canyons,
casting amber light
into the gauzy sky —
yet our dark dreams trouble
the faint stars; the reeling planets
throw wide nets over
our haunted, lost souls
when, morning at last,
we begin again,
pursuing the tumbling edge
of this turning globe
believing that
it will never end, will never
end,
will never
end.
