Extra extraterrestrial gardens

And if I remained by the outmost sea
An unsubstantial territory (my roots are threaded like fibres in a flowerpot round and round about the world)
There was the faint cool kiss of sensuality when dew came onto my cheeks and shins
The new gravity
Make maps not photographs (detail)
Perhaps we could imagine space as a simultaneity of stories-so-far
Extraterrestrial garden history
Every straight line the arc of an infinite circle
Every straight line the arc of an infinite circle (detail)
A vast methodical fragment
O 0 O 0 he said (kissing the pineal eye)
Space being mobile and persons being static
That is all. One has been in
These times are unfriendly towards worlds alternative to this one