Thanks for the hearty comments on the poem. I do like your journal.
I kind of think of the presentation of my work as problematic. Like trying to draw a line around space to say this is where it ends. or perhaps when you look at space and parts of solar systems look clouded, that's where you never wrote to, or couldn't write to, then, maybe they are perfected clouded. In any case I'm not sure how I would ever present it. I'm pretty sure I never will. In time the things that you cared so much to write about become the things you cared too much to write about and then the things you can no longer care about. I am not sure how that happens. It's not an apple you can break open.
Are you pregnant? Did i ask you that already?
If so I am excited for you :)