They put a robot car on Mars to take pictures of rocks.
It takes quite a while for the data to come back.
About my future, I am undecided.
There is no job for thinker of naïve love thoughts.
I have written poems and listened through a dead speaker to the radio.
The voice I thought was singing to me died yesterday.
Imagine impermanence as a mountain meeting a plain.
You won’t know where to look.
Imagine a face in an alien landscape.
Let desire turned machine roll over it real slow.
