I
I think it was the newness
of the Other that beckoned
‘cause what was was not
working into exhaustion
living at the speed of light
II
yet here in the Other
every day I feel drugged
down, perseverance
through the sheer will
of little Caprica
and a wet nose that startles
III
someday when the river calls
the ferryman will find me
any which way I go…
