It was all a function of the hand, you see? Started the great chemical drama that sent The Baptist out, collecting stars and galaxies whose light is still on the way, sent him out in the first place to render time and space irrelevant, you see? Circles diamonds squares lights in the sky, you see? One minute they’re there next minute gone but I guess that’s all of us in a nutshell. You see?
space
Dark Matter Lives
Dark matter lives
in the presence of
the light
Oceans of time
curl and unfurl
in theory
alone
Meanwhile a wind
howls on the plains
flickering
A spark from
a star falls
imploring
a pulse
Worlds bloom and wilt
while a weary star
grows dim
and your life
collapses into
a singular
point
Time And A River
obelisks sharply rise
punctuate the landscape
like monuments to
moments of impact
and between those
stretch vast expanses
some bone dry
some swirling, unfolding
parabolic mists
and quiet prayer
as the snail needs
the spiral of the shell
so too the valley
needs both time
and a river
not stopping
until the world
is black marble
