I know I changehave changed
but whose is this vapid facepitted and vast, rotundsuspended in empty paperas though in a telescope
the granular moon
I rise from my chairpulling against gravityI turn awayand go out into the garden
I revolve among the vegetables,my head ponderousreflecting the sunin shadows from the pocked ravinescut in my cheeks, my eye-sockets 2 craters
among the pathsI orbitthe apple treeswhite white spinningstars around me
I am beingeaten away by light
