It’s dusk, or dawn, or grey, at any rate Monday? Friday? May? June? No clue what date. I’m here. It’s where? And how? And why? This place? No, wait. Come down, hello from earth to space. Ah, space. An asteroid. That is me. A rock, a chunk of matter floating free Adrift in void I move hither, thither Flitter about, no aim, without tether. I start, can’t stop, freefalling through the vast And empty deep, no moor, no future, past. Perpetually I travel reach nowhere Nothing to keep me when I arrive there. My eyes, they see, unlabelled objects that Dissolve, pinpricks, forgotten, but I’m here, in these brief gaps between neurons neurotransmitters leaping from axons. In these momentary minute faint sparks Is me, I live in this current that arcs From cell to cell, in these quick fading links This jumbled tangled net of thoughts, eye blinks That make a whole picture, half seen, half dream. The gold sunset, grey dusk blue night all seem Complete, consistent, but are miragical The mind, the self, all just a brain signal, And taste of coffee, smell of smoke, this joint And this cannabis high, so what’s the point?