8515. THE EXPANSION WE CHOOSE

8515. THE EXPANSION 

WE CHOOSE

The words I forget are the 

Lionel Littles of my mind 

and heart. I call them that,

and then only sometimes 

they come back. This night,

with its black velvet sky,

brings me nothing. There's

a parcel of the moon up

there, trying to set itself

in place. I watch that, and

understand the manner. But

not the race, not the goal,

not the expansion. What 

am I doing here anyway?

I asked the musician, he 

said, 'to listen to the music.' 

I asked the scientist, he 

said 'to look through this 

glass.' So I asked the glass-

maker. He said, 'to give the

scientist something to do.'

Oh dear. It's all just an

endless circle.