The Voyager Probe's Alter Ego is Unstoppable

What's left to add to our story?
Expensive endpapers?

I see lilac sfumato, ocean sky
trying after crying
to appease vacationing bodies devastated

In dreams I socialize
with you, that variorum edition

I can play sated, a poem or housefly
But why lie (I have every reason)

The earth tilts our season like a great milky whale
This is a huge stuttering love

The so-called English language
starts and stops in starlings

That I must turn away from you

I grow dizzy with my love
and must write a diphenhydramine poem

To give me feet

Sentences of rain
turn into prepositional phrases
of snow

dis mah dysfunctional window

Because January is a fucktard
A Sweet Tart
a fuckface

Life is mostly a boring miracle

there is satisfaction only in the retelling
of our tale, the turning of a whale
in space is more truthful

I am that whale
I am that fucktard season

A mirror never touches back

Despite what has been painted

Despite what Michio Kaku thinks

The gorgeous endpapers
are much hotter than the poems

Whom they are corralling