he counts
as a year goes by
measures the time
in heartbeats
. . .
The Cielonaut is lost in the vastness of space.
He is alone and his journey has only one direction, and no destination.
He will travel between stars until he reaches an end that he cannot see, or imagine.
The Cielonaut will travel forever, exploring the far reaches of a very personal emotional cosmos.
the gradual
rearrangement of stars
outside the porthole
reminds him
again
of exactly
where he is