up

& out on the prowl
the sky is like poop
but the sky is something
i would actually hold
by choice inside me

up & at them
the whites of nebula
no eyes or voices in black.
what about faster than light?
it took twelve years to find
the space between energies
& the fraction of negation betwixt.

up & around, i have
been. i have been
like layers of rock
and will be like
the outer reaches unpaved
with the laser pointer of
god's eyes. don't you
ever wonder what he
looks like when he sleeps?

up & down the rabbit
hole, a bridge through
the apple. if my hands
were gods hands
i would never stop
landscaping. the gardens
of stars tethered to
other heavens heave
without anyone to see.

it would take all of infinity,
both circles and all the orbits
of our galaxy to spin
up & around again. why stop
now when we have
come so far? look
at how much light
we have yet to receive.