poem for chapter eleven

An abyss

The blue globe sitting

floating

as if on a string

The only evidence light

and life that is moving such as I

walking toward the abyss

use this light

I try to capture home 

I haven't seen it in months 

not as I have before all this 

I am by myself truly 

This abyss is chaotic in its own definition

I myself am, however, at peace