Out there (the rest of the story)

Out from here
near the edge of the universe
clear of culture clutter
it's syllables my dear
wandering where
cosmic attractions
search for literal interactions
interpersonal reactions
In a game that no one wins
'€™cause relationship spins
are the engines
driving the vanishing hori-zine orbit
where poets sit
and write their whit
wheresoever they are
not too far
Out to hear