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SPACE
by Andrew Pluta
Across 3 The fog swallows me, endowing the elements of my environment with unascertainable 4 My goals, vices, obstacles—even allies—obscured to 5 Unrest rushes through every artery as if administered by IV—my world is on its 8 Dissociated to a different 9 I used to believe in aliens, but loneliness disabuses me of this idea, The universe, space itself, must be 10 I shut my eyes, purposeless as an actor incapable of articulating a Down 1 Though externally mundane and uneventul, the moment is encompassed by 2 A selfish chaos. The peace for which I pine has always been present. The password is a new 4 You. In times more tumultuous than these you remain warm yet level-headed, never 6 You are my best bifocals. I look to you—through you—to make sense of the deepest 7 And I know you need me too. Together we’ll make this disaster