where is here?

when is now?

more and more questions,

less and less solid ground.

…

oh, it’s all so normal!

gigantic ball of plasma light,

the hand of God,

like a kid being spun by their dad

hands connected, feet lifted,

dizzying and exhilarating.

oh, it’s all so normal.

vast universe! infinite! unending! 

art– everywhere! 

art is everything!

(how comforting 

the infinite of this universe is,

so much still uncorrupted 

by man’s hand.)

oh, it’s all so normal.

the night sky’s tapestry

diamond-studded cave

watery marble suspended

in the vacuum of space.

oh, it’s all so normal.

can you imagine yourself:

just for a second:

sitting on the moon:

on the seashore of the cosmic ocean–

the unnerving superiority 

of the true Black Sea–

then thinking 

of 

tariffs

…?

oh, the HUBRIS!

let me take every political leader

launch them into orbit 

peel open their eyelids 

and confront them with the void 

tell me. can they still be reached?