Listen In Silence As The Pitiless Crows Of Space-Time Scatter

1.

I am a tattered sheet

of human parchment,

nailed to the gnarled

and elephantine tree-trunk

of imagination.

 

None shall ever know

all that I am.

 

2.

As the feathery cloak of night

calms these floundering eyes

 

my aching heart

becomes a skylight

 

each thought lurching high above

the trampoline of my mind.

 

3.

I am a sliver of sunlight

dancing into a prison cell.

 

I am the crunch of leaves

under a prowling moon.

 

The heart-noise I make

sounds like a squadron of crabs

skittering across a neon sidewalk.

 

4.

I am a cracked anvil vectoring through

the hollow space between the stars.

 

I speak only in the black language

of galactic reconstruction.

 

From a billion swirling springtimes

I burst forth with riotous effervescence,

the culmination of countless supernovae.

 

5.

For eons I hibernated

inside the cavernous belly

of a stellar nursery.

 

Now,

crushed into heavier atomic configuration

by the brutal jaws of gravity,

I surf the blast wave,

barreling wildly into the expanding unknown.

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