Boy on ball in nothing

Photo credit: Scott Cain

Have you heard 23% were in the news today

I contemplate if my efforts are worthy

A fresh blue dream offers what is real

Only, as far as I can tell I am on a random ball in the expanse

I am uncertain what I know

Do you think we are in this together

Have you noticed the beginnings and ends at random intervals

I ponder the infinite

My machine has only limited control

The gauges indicate eventual failure

I am lonely

Are you really that close, I can see you through my two tiny portholes

Can you see the prejudice of my being? It cannot be woke

I know not my own folly

There is little time to grok this fullness

Your is message is garbled

I wish to understand you

Have you heard Yin Yang and the flowerpot man

Do you think my understanding of beauty is broken

I crave an emotional connection

Kintsukuroi is everything ok

W Etherbert C is determined

I am desperate for your touch

What is this truth without appetite

You may be better off not knowing the depth of my puddle

I am grateful for what we have

This menagerie thrice called a garden

Transmitting my message in a bottle

I am in love with you

Do you copy… it’s me... call name... Spaceman Spiff... Are you there?