The wind was against us moving at a speed. In this radius
we picked up a little bit of the darkness to use as a canvas
and what it knows about surviving the world inside.
And what it knows of the ash of war. And what it
knows of a naked woman waiting to bring life
to the world. Timing’s everything. Today, believe it or not,
I saw my spirit flash across my shaving blade.
between jawbone and temple, I saw the vapour rise
drifting east past the music of flowers and skaters
in the street weaving around cars with open windows
I wonder if it saw me, its shell, pointing up at something
into the black for miles. I saw it leap. I wish I mentioned
this before the future set and the stadium lights clicked on.
When I say stadium I mean open field. When I say open field,
I mean space beside me where the disc of the moon is the key
to an ancient pastoral. These are the chemicals; grass swaying,
a throat quenched by water, a phosphorous star cascading down.