i have remembered this night one hundred and sixty-seven thousand times
i have written these words with an iradescent hand
where were you at the beginning of the darkness?
were you smelling the glitter of the galaxies,
did you have the blast of disillusion in your ears?

right now, i am standing
openmouthed & exhaling
into a spacious sky and i can see
the Lion breathing lilacs in the garden of Eden
i can see a Ram dying in a thornbush
and i watch as the Bull devours the matador