Yet listen well. Not to my words,
but to the tumult that rages in
your body when you listen to yourself.
If it is true we are floating through space
& each of us contain the stardust of a million galaxies
then our sun glittering receptive becomes asylum.
Exuberant in signification, one way to be eulogized,
we propel beyond daydream nations.
Expressive attraction becoming its own tender gravity.
Let us close our eyes as change is
accelerating is feedback looping.
What do you believe in: violence & power?
It is our right as poets to be suggestive
to value a secure spirit & apply logic of affect.
We know why the grace of a curve invites.