cosmogony (a DRAMA)

the subsidiary weakness of this breath
arranjed in pocketsize ambient
can have it no more can have it
than a star can have its own existence forced
violated
emersed in some water cup
in_fusion of particles

the firmament wishes
every night as it comes to strange old and faded visibility
that it was no more that it was
no more than a pinch of salt in a crowded beach

at last
the end stands open
air just standing there to grasp and gulp
can stand no more can stan
no more big bangs no more
breaches of light and vision
no more slits in the sky
no more whisper and word
than a sigh.  ¶ 3:07 da tarde