In forward motion
	50 feet above at the blackened dome
	the suns whisk by like shooting stars,	
	appear, burn all out and disappear …

			I describe and wish and wish.

	The sky vanished in a vacuum,
	in tiny flashes out of a vacuum …

			I don’t desire a theory of being,
			it would just destroy the poem.

	As it happens when you look …

			I desire
			a community of matter and life
			with a substrate to pinpoint data
			to send, translate and distribute.

Udo Frentzen 2020