The mind tumbles over itself.
Crowded earths return to a point of origin.
A privileged thought moves like the speeding
universe and empties itself through gravity and light.
Gravity bends the spirit to its own dark spot;
then light rushes in to save the moon.
There is something floating outside of necessity.
Brought fresh out of uprooted objects; thrown
into our spontaneous existence; into the body
of our hard and bitter wisdom.