Less than a gnat’s hum in the vast expanse,
its inner antennae flame with your need.
At your every return it returns your wants,
this blind, en-frosted eye that lets you see.
Its inner antennae flame with your need
and lightning’s white sum. Behind the shade
this blind, en-frosted eye that lets you see
calms with the comforts of a brilliant cave
you return to each night behind your shade
where you mull and move in a bright shower
calm as the comforts of a brilliant cave,
or waves in the wake of a moiling river
that glints along its shoreline like a knife.
At your every return it returns your wants,
those ambient rhythms of gain and grief
less than a gnat’s hum. In the vast expanse
what glints along its shoreline like a knife
when the light clicks on feels palpably here
in ambient rhythms of gain and grief,
though it’s the finer current you would revere
with each flyblown, intergalactic wave
somewhere roving the universal stir
“in all the majesty of light arrayed.”
Its hymn haunts quietly of something more,
this blind en-frosted eye that lets you see.
At your every return it returns your wants,
its inner antennae aflame with your need,
less than a gnat’s hum in the vast expanse.
