When I am on a plane
back from wherever I've
failed to escape to, and have
hours of nothingness to
fill - forgive my priorities - 
I think of you.

I know there are no
boundaries to the lands
you have conjured in the
map of a failing heart.
Yet fail it must: you've
invented a way to

magnetize aluminum,
plotting celestial curves 
from wandering star
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