Am I in a capsule?
Is time a round thing?
I stare into the unwillingness of the wind and wonder
Are the stars quite as bright when you go to space?
I watch the spiral oceans bleed into themselves.
Here I am, bound to the endless thoughts that tie us together.
What if I can’t undo the knot?
What if I am trapped in the known forever?
Too afraid to look at the stars.
Even if they are less bright,
I can still see.