words struck from the silver of starlight
and the dreaming that ensues
poetry in the cadence of a galaxy’s turning
taking eons to recite correctly
the equation floats across the cloudy night
the joining of two unknowables

one too many turns of the wheel

my imagination begins to swallow its tail
the visible world excuse itself
the apocalypse foretold a second before
all to awaken from the dream
the beginning was like the end: nothing
coming or going, sharpest void