These bricks around my head are temporary.
Containing chaos.
Finding boundaries.
Trying to extend limits.

Houses pretend to be stars far off in space by night.
Add complexity from the unitary measure.
I am in a vessel with others.
Moving in space.

Sorry I can’t return your call.
Spaceships don’t allow contact.
Moon in hand always.
I am with Mum.

Quiet carriage low glow.
At night in context.
The bricks don’t move fast.
Ever so langsam.
How slow is that!

Fuzz is effeminate
Fuzzy is not so
The fourth dimension is watching
The third is watched.
Listening to pink noise.