The passage of spirits through time
describes us; one soul refracted.
What came first, the beat or the heart?
Of course, they are inseparable
aspects of the same thing. The difference
between them and epochs of galactic evolution
amounts to YOU and ME. This swiftly becomes
all that we can know about it. Every cell in our
bodies has captured a drum beat, like a bird
in a cage, or a hair emerging from a single pore.
The lashes of the eyelids, the glossy vitreous mirror
of the cornea, pivoting on the center of its own
self-reflection; the distance between a black hole
and a star: that's precisely what we are.
Like spun nickels on an iced over pond,
we unfold. Holograms of silver trees
lined up on the looking glass.
Drinking the scene in on our knees
with our vision as moths migrate
beneath the moon.