A Vision Of The Universe As Seen From The Beach Next To An Ocean That Doesn't Exist

Fish bowl museum
ocean of truth to drink in
live in
pray for

At the edge of that ocean
sand dunes stretch for
dreaming days, miles
until we wake from
milky smoke screens of
spinning

Eyes dance behind curtain
lids but catch the glow of
so many suns,
buried in those dreams
the hint of all the days
passed

Shivering now on a beach as
unfamiliar as this two mooned
night, I

Wait
By fireside for the tide
to ebb, for the one
winged albatross who
said nothing and nothing
then everything
all

in an
instant of
more
everything

There was
nothing
linear
about it

It was so
so
loud.