LOUP GAROU

Beautiful Universe

I lay down in the river

It was the most magnificent thing I ever saw!

Summer ‘19

No powers, still runs with the League

Trying to measure the distance to the edge of the universe is like observing the length of an asymptote for the first time. Initially, your soul is filled with a considerable amount of hope that for a period of time, it seems you’re just buoyant enough to ignore a nagging feeling at the back of your head that insists that you’ll never reach the end – a buoyancy that deflates as each Plank Length or Megaparsec you count wrings your soul dry from hope, until your soul, the very essence of the capacity for a vivid and radiant existence, is drained and withered. You lay lifeless. Awake but not alive. A coma, a limbo.

clouds of haze loom

Sitting on a sandbar in South Carolina.

So there at 3 AM our eyes meet,

The dog days of summer are here. you can feel

It was a miracle.