Death Star Mechanics

I am here. I can’t see with
my hands until I let go of eventual
death star mechanics. Crusty heads pin point
eyes over the land with fingers tapping
everywhere until never-the-less.
Letting go of eyes means feeling everything
finally. Dropping light
is impossible until I find
the right question. Squares are two mirrors.
Voices rounding off the fearful corners
I’m stuck in. Windows that won’t
open and things I can’t buy.
Noises. Dreams.


Note: when I got out of high school I traveled around that summer. I also saw Star Wars 5 times for some reason.