25000 Light Years From The Galactic Center, Something Stirs In The Darkness

verticality  
of towering evergreens
 
cradled inside  
a teardrop
 
this is what my eyes  
endure
 
pulling the half moon
closer
 
fingers digging  
out ancient caverns
 
patient eons  
punctuated by meteors
 
damage inflicted  
 
explosive emptiness
oddly recomposing
with infinite spidery quantum worldlines
 
billions of eyes
absorbing pale reflections
of the sun
 
each mind a single silken vector
sipping from the devouring lava
of present circumstance
 
what is it  
that we are?
 
multiplicity
on roller skates
 
the arc
of history
 
coalesced  
into the press  
of a button
 
a molecular clock
ticking to the sound
of an accelerating cosmos
 
grabbing hands caressing
against the sides  
of this fiery crucible
 
contemplation
innervation
 
deep cypher
carved from the lovely pain
of poetry
 
totem pole
gleam stabbing  
into night
 
repair manual for the heart  
splayed open
 
instructions dancing  
against the crackling firelight
 
casting magnificent  
flickering shadows
 
moments of knowing
line the waterways of existence
like paper candles
 
drifting towards
the horizon
 
helical significance
fluttering wildly  
 
into the dizzying  
stars
 
into the dizzying  
stars