Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I find myself in a crowd in a room to which I came with friends to meet other friends
So we orbit in groups or as solo satellites
From group to group or other solo satellites
And I find myself willing our two paths to cross and merge with an excess of cosmic creative energy
And that two formerly solo satellites would spin off on an uncharted tangent
And settle into a brand new orbit
I know I came here with friends to see other friends but I really came here in the off chance I'd see you
Maybe bump into you
Get to talk to you
Friends are cool and all but I kinda like it when they fade into the walls and their voices meld into a steady drone like the a/c
And I get to focus my attention and whatever womanly wiles I may or may not possess on you like homing device on a lunar water-seeking missile/data-collecting gizmo
I'm looking for something
(A signal, perhaps)
And I think I might find it in you
If I could just get close enough to let gravity take effect
Two formerly solo satellites could witness infinity as one