Here, on the face of this place

In tune with the cosmic loom.
Music of the divine, water-walking the tune
through the dimension of time.

Pissing-poetry into space

As a shooting star
wizzes
by
poetically past a vigilant face
of a wandering
observatory
gazing into a place
mystified
in
misty-motionlessness and motion

Burning inside of a space
Inside of the mechanism
Of this turning
Blue globe’s
Face