Love Letters to the Universe

I.

Open wide, oh cavernous mouth! Cave of my subconscious.

The ego rounding my lips dissolves into being, then–boom–

the grand reprieve: I die, and return whole

 

II.

My eyes have a mouth of their own.

They eat the blackness hugging

each planet, starved for

the impossible distillation

of Time.  This moment, mine, yes,

I name Now.

 

III.

The world is a

heart shot

through with

God’s arrow

suspended

as proof.

 

IV.

But before that,

I was something.

A broad white light.

Prisms were my eyes,

colored the world.  Now,

though nothing is new,

the world goes on.

I’ve met many-a prism-eyed people.

We innovate in our own likeness so much

we do nothing else.