into the whorl, into the star-fed sea
shell of an ear, a colossal cochlea,
home of the bell-bones
which tremble in weightlessness.
Out there
the sun sounds like a sandstorm,
Saturn’s rings crackle
and beyond the static God
runs a thumb along the lip of the universe
as if tuning a water glass—
hey, i am pleased to see this poem here. i remember reading this in a distant galaxy far and long ago. it stayed with me, especially the thumb along the lip of the universe. most poems don't stay with me that long, or for that many galaxies.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry. If you click on the title of the thread there's a surprise link where you can pick up what was dropped from the pocket. Because that's just how I role. LOL.
ReplyDeleteha! no wonder i could hear this so clearly. i like the way you roled...
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