AirMarionette

Some measure the speed of nerve propagation,
I measure the seed of profound gravitation

gravity's pull on a colorful star
dangling in pendulous motion from
the rearview mirror of a car

like indecisive emotion in
a broken "au revoir"

(a feeling so bizarre, you
sink under your own scars.)


DC Al coda

when the stomach of the cosmos vomits

all children of men,

and its echo decrescendos

into thousands of unknowns;

we will become

embossed by the dark

when gravitation tethers space,

and staccato secondhands

dance allegros with the sun,

we will move onto the future

in the passacaglia of time.