we were flying
in space (or was it
"floating", or
was it "falling"?).
Sure,
we thought
we knew what was meant by
"space"
-even as the spectrum
of mind
gangbanged time
impregnating the collision of particles,
on and
on,
with particular textures
seldom
recognized as bright
dreams, rainforest dewdrops
&
shooting stars, all
feverish
at the seams,
giggling on the edge of
a champagne lotus,
staring back
at the sun
beams of crisp stripper
sweat; ice
at the bottom
of a glass, melting
into clouds upon lips upon lips upon
dispersing
blue.
Sure,
we were flying
in space (or was it
"floating, or
was it "falling without end"?).
