I saw Jupiterfrom my window last nightthe only way to live foreveris for the world to stop turningremain still, frozen in timemid-cycle, suds still bubblingeternally motionless but eventuallyno matter what we dono matter what we trywe all still melt
I couldn’t be therewhen he left so I lit a smallwhite candlewatching it burndown to the base the flame flickeringunsure, waveringa faint blue outlineof what it once wasstretching outwith one last yellow reach then collapsing backinto a plume of smokethat spiraled uplike a soul ascending
