THE UNIVERSE IS AS CLOSE AS THE VEINS IN YOUR NECK
The angle seemed askew,
an enigmatic grin hanging
at the end of the highway,
a last orange gasp.
Beethoven on the radio,
his silence tangible
between the sounds.
We pull a history in unmatched words
from two hemispheres
over empty space.
I remember
at least one ancient cell
in the body comes from stardust.
We follow the black syntax
of the moon's thoughts
out to drifting stars.
A universe expanding into nothing,
we are the space we travel to.
The angle seemed askew,
an enigmatic grin hanging
at the end of the highway,
a last orange gasp.
Beethoven on the radio,
his silence tangible
between the sounds.
We pull a history in unmatched words
from two hemispheres
over empty space.
I remember
at least one ancient cell
in the body comes from stardust.
We follow the black syntax
of the moon's thoughts
out to drifting stars.
A universe expanding into nothing,
we are the space we travel to.