I’m not quite sure what, where, or when for this one – it’s just scribbled into my journal (and almost illegible). Based on where it is in the book I’m sure it was written this year, but it had to have been much earlier in it (I’m posting these in December because I haven’t touched the site in most of a year).
Flat, empty, barren, dry land,
stretches an interminable, indeterminable, distance;
All light gone,
save only my old friend Orion;
The cactus is low, bushy;
I lie down and stare at the sky.