Correspondence from the abyss
Published in
Apr 13, 2021
In the nascent of new planets
I hopped on meteors
To see the cosmic line slumping with matter
To open dialogues with chaos
To hear the echo of its voice
To get my correspondence from the abyss
The universe sprayed me with answers
It has springs and waterfalls of stars
And galaxies of glorious definitions
It said
Float without purpose evermore
It knows it well — it has programmed it
How flawless is futility
Joan Loyce, April 2021
