For an arm to break, an elbow to bend

Something floats along my eye, its gone now
Something floats along the Eagle Nebula
This object’s light diffuses across the memory of a long night
It can be seen reflected in the waxed linoleum floors of
The (now closed) Pathmark off North Broad Street

Turn off the florescent lights, then imagine 
Gliding across the Pillars of Creation in a
Chrome shopping cart

Back on earth, dust will fill the shadows of my hands
As the two form prayers
Underneath a clinic’s unassuming drop ceiling

Riding the bus, thinking about rough knuckles,
Hairy pits, and morning breath
Rereading messages, occasionally
Looking out the windows/imagining the self
Something unrealized but fulfilling

    “No answer, except acceptance” – they say to me as I walk out

Any minor gloom will turn the slim comfort of this
Distracting peasouper into a bed without pillows
So memorize the expression I make before saying “maybe”  
  As sand shoots up into the mesosphere, becomes glass,
And rains back down 

Capture the smell of this world ending in fire and remain cautious
Of shiny, yet sharp, things that only mirror the worst angles