The eye of a goddess rolls backwards in her skull.
Nothing but energy,
Nothing but time.
Nothing but space.
Definition is what we cling to.
Time creates definition and space.
Time: an egg hard boiling.
Definition: lying on the edge of experience.
Space: two bodies in unequal exchange.
Definition is the crater a head leaves on a pillow,
A photograph too long crooked on the wall.
Time is the calibration of space bordered by empty hands,
The roll of waves reaching for a naked foot,
The journey of tears carving furrows in cheeks.
Where is space that hides goddesses
As invincible as robots,
As human as whores fleeing childhood terrors?
Where are definitions of magic and belief,
Transcendence and essence,
Cold stones that compose lyrics of the future,
Clear stones that sing them,
Dry bones that neutralize acid in men’s hearts?
Where is time slow time
Crystallizing and geometrizing
Like the severed tail
Of an iguana healing itself?
Infants search for names among debris;
The beds of our grandparents splinter
Beneath the auctioneer’s gavel.
Definition: a poet asleep across an unworked page
Swallows the dust in her mouth;
A muse adamantly refuses.
Time is a fireball dying ray by cold ray
While horizons consume our angled shadows.
Our sidewalks are littered
With shards of desire.
When morning comes a pigeon
Mistakes them for feed,
And heals its cracked beak.