simple lines at 5 a.m.

I beg these waking eyes of mine
be bless-ed with the sight of thine
when first they open come each morn
as windows in new sunrise born



a star exploded
one thousand years from here
its passion
too much for gravity to contain
and having little choice
but to rain itself
unable to restrain itself
in tumescent violence
across the universal void
and find us waiting
to share its elemental fires
with each other.