Bogotá 2009,
and a trans Atlantic flight to Brussels 2010

I may feel at last
In privacy of night.
A stoic failing
On a trans Atlantic flight.
And I dream of mortality and light
In the Sea of Tranquility tonight.

For
I passed up a rose, and
Lying in repose
Await the ends I
Chose.

Gray regime
Presses on my spine.
Boys of Bogotá brandishing their knife.
And I dream of mortality and light.
In a sea of tranquility tonight.

For
The ends I chose are
Lying in repose
Await, awake
I Know.