from far away

from outer space

i am you

at distances

you're me too

from far away

i assume

everything

needs less room

my ribs are turned

like parentheses

and my lips have learned

what i don't believe

could i

find a world just right

or will i

always search too high

if i die

don't bury me

rattle me down

like an old machine

take my books

and my magazines

my photographs

of you and me

everything

i won't need