Love Letters to the Universe
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
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.
The world is a
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.