Sometimes I wonder
If I wrote the laws of the universe by mistake
In my dreams as a child.
I would rewrite them
So we could soak the clouds in the sweat on God’s hands.  

I am two toned somber
The bruise on an apple
A door is hanging closed upon its arms
Bent like bat wings.

Stars that have fallen to the earth.
Bulbs like hearts in bloom-
In a red bone cellar.
You will find me there,
Feeding those candles with
My marrow.

There will be time, he said,
To challenge the universe.
I am content, however,
To soak the world in the taste of you
And ring it out again upon my forehead
So that my lantern does not go out.