Space cadet starship traveller

Her devotion to my was taught.
Tide tight to my fingertips.
stuck--that unwanted stuck
That sticks like milkweed
Slowly stumbles from my tongues tip
STICKS...yet I feel none.

Not the glue of her body to mine,
as if someone had uplifted her body as the poppet
And raised her closer to me so that she weighed...
Not enough to pull my strings.

I was so far off in my mind that she stood here,
On earth.
I was in another place.
Inner/outer space.
I was a cadet travelling on starship nine.

Hello thoughts,
cosmos,
mind.
Hello mind.

Arguments of Tarnas dance in my head
and I contemplate whether or not there is division between the dark space of my mind and the dark space of the universe.
Whether or not my brain floats like the earth.
...then, I return to earth...
Clear of Tarnas,
Clear of jung.

Poppet on a string,
Where did you head to when I was gone?