pick a world and become the person who inhabits it

the moon is a great poem to be had
we walk upon her like sharpened pencils
titillating pogo sticks bouncing off
cosmonautic leftovers

the earth is a great poem to be had
and had we not tired so soon
we would surely see her
reposing on the pages
of a very worn book

the ocean is a great poem to be had
and jacques costeau is smiling

the heavens is a great poem to be had
and when we grow real bodies
from real words
she can read us
reading ourselves

---