it’s all an 
orange sodium light
honey suckle 
cicada screaming heat

wide open to a sky 
full of blurry blue and red 
flashes of cataclysmic explosions 
while the earth is drug 
through a void 
spinning and orbiting 
through a constant state
of death and rebirth 
on a vibrating infinite red loop

all of it set in motion by 
machine
god 
or a mixture of the two 
with plans and equations 
that physics follows 
and don’t follow 
bigger than all of the dreams
of dead living and future poets

the treble’s turned up
threatening to break 
the dome of creation 
its all turned to eleven

and then that opening C 
a chord that was there 
at creation 
travels through time and space 

you touch your chest 
sing along with Sinead 
I am reminded 
we are the sweet and salty
rim intoxicated on one another 

listening to you sing
I know when I taste you
it is the sun