dear little universe

dear little universe

just a sliver

of atomic-47

a finger nail clipping of God

falls and lands in the heavens

crescent & iridescent

you open like a rose

eyes tinted & hued

can you spot the mystery inside?

peer out into obsidian fleck

which used to be a gradiant of periwinkle

moving towards a darker discernable

intermediate of green and violet

both are “nothing;”

on their lonesome

one day, & one night

together

is what they called Dao.

throbbing, gleaming

pulsing, expanding & contracting 

dithering between the 

“wah wah wah”of smoking joints & reverb

“you, dear little universe”

coursing through body rivers

breathing life liquid

alterating courses

piloting organs

pulsing ligaments

pushing hair without commands

characteristics of sugar, honey & glacial vapors

this body village is not a treasury

where gold is stored.

just overabundance

of copper

& “we alchemists”

becoming that “something,” which can heat up and change

— Neon Spencer