Spacecase cased space
for time just in case
there was placed Spacecases place
in places in space on paths untraced
by other mortal hands and eyes.
Longitudinal and lateral symmetry
that as much as Spacecase tries
can’t be traced through space by eyes.
Tired, tired, burning bright
like twice burning candles in the night.
What Spacecase hand or eye
could trace such fantastic symmetry?
Only unto the place he dies
and closes Spacecase’s tired eyes.
—He won’t go gently into that night,
tired candle at both ends
in spaces cased untraced.
This is a guest post by Jesse Muse. Part time poet still living in upstate New York. So… Bucket does the Bucket dance.