Sunday, February 2, 2014

Nitrous Oxide

Spin the anesthetic 
quicksilver
it hums
all of the verses
reveals
the wide, black
theater of stars
in their jeweled 
carcasses, 
turning until 
your globe slows
and galaxies
fade
back into 
the gauzelike 
fabric. Then 
spin it again. 
And again. 

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