Mosaic Winter 2016 | Page 68

Letters from the Exosphere
By Casey McCullough
Suspended beneath the stars , I swung and sparked up on an old , yellow hammock , hung beneath the dark posts .
Cygnus , the swan , was caught in the telephone wires . Christ ’ s Crusaders changed her feathers into nails . I ’ ve known them twice to apologize .
As Jesús was carried across the sky and into the sea , I saw how quickly the earth flew through electricity , and humanity .
When I was young , I dreamed of flying but now see I ’ d be getting whiplash without gravity . It ’ s windy , the dark infinity .

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