Carbon Dust
Saint Paul, 7 July 2006
No one knows what constitutes You
That cabbage in your cranium
is clever enough to conduct cogent
two-way conversations with no one
Your particular dialogue concerns
our hurling subconscious and the
rather remarkable convenience
that its orbit yields us seasons
If you ever thought about this
you’d ask why its curious tilt
its day-for-night spin vexes us
or that moons move water
If you were me wondering
which tyrant's voice might erase
asteroids of blinded brilliance
into Milky Ways of carbon dust