The large and the less large and the not large at all. The universe is a rhythmic gesture. Batta Boom Batta Bing. In Tompkins Square Park playing drums with people these eyes have never seen before. This has no words for what floods this spine as hands pound voltage into transient air, big trees branching green and glorious over benches, skull evaporates.
Synapses vine their way into big night sky stars.
Is Magic Enough. This spine, this heart, this breath. And also shampoo. And new shoes. And wrinkle cream.