from ‘Gyroscopes’
I’d like a break from
compulsions of idealism
and religious psychosis
I’ve seen pictures of
real stars exploding,
They confirm the spatial illusion
the time inverted reality
Holy vaudeville cast with
self fulfilled prophesies
I’d like to know what
they confirm in the algebraic brain
a scratchy infinite equation
leading to lost and partial quotants.
four billion years
to know what it is I seek.
Now, seeing the upside
down line of your lost silhouette
it only seems probable to
lay next your soul to challenge the universe
to its cyclonic fragmentation
An uncharted moment
lost to all but us.