the crescent moon did not set for the world tonight chandelier near a pin-point planet in the void black sky a giant turtle labors as it carries four elephants balancing the world on their backs in time and space
many have been to the edge to look over into the depths there the waters churn, creating, recreating in white vortices many forms emerge as we aim our red eye further blinking occasionally to believe or disbelieve what seems
flippers stroke, swimming endlessly in cosmic oceans while pachyderm memories log in historyβs journal hieroglyphic charts and maps of fleeing galaxies hungry gravity holes, with dark arms, chasing after
tilt is not in their vocabulary trunks, all or nothing being in the wake, comets and asteroids weave destinies stars nova, birth and boil, leaving a frothy foam of life gazing out, waiting another plunge into sunshine