tingle!
I feel it rip
through the roaring jet crash
framed in Orion's chest
supernova sparks

we name the heavens after gods
we only know from words on pages
from the watered-down words
Perhaps they still watch
Eyes blurred by twilight
and hand-woven trees

I feel as I could
with one teeth rattling, simple, fluid movement
of my little finger
catch the untied thread at the end of the horizon
and unravel the stars
and cut gravity from my feet
and fly in such a manner
that Earth would drop like a lapis luzili stone
into Lyra, into Procyon
and my heart would dissolve
with bitter language
and unresolved tongues
and cracked mouths
so these stars would shower down
in nebulae, in white dwarves so dense they crush me
hung like lanterns
in this great jarring night