Cosmome

[cosmos as experienced dome and mortal metronome]



It happened again.

No pose of reverie. The return of the dead


and the return of exterminant cosmos

I metabolised the night


without a year's creep of horror.

Last night I meditated on an axis.


the graph was infested with traffic

above, below, peripheral


I blanketed myself with the black

of the universe to protect myself


from wailing gut illness

house plagued with headlights and truck brakes


the night after opened up a dome

of star frequencies in flow


simultaneous modulation

mobile in spheres


open band spilling with

radio statics


the hum of all

human existences.