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