I’m in love with writing
My mind drifts off
a runaway from Earth
Slip into somewhere, another dimension
where existence is tranquil
or bittersweet
That’s the balance, I think
Here, I’m an operator of a space floor
twisting stars into souls
shot across the universe
to sail on or simply exist 
inside endless nothing
Dip my hand inside 
take a sphere — no one’s looking
for this watery one
I’ll do what I want with it…
You know what I mean,
writing fiction

I’m not a fiend.