Touch the Universe
direct your gaze skyward. I see your eyes slip through lens and the light shoot down, orbit in your twitching left to right, left to right panning light in soft night, oxymoron of telescope gathers perception -your feet- fall here and your stare there pinned to the pit of ground, grate your phrase from fireplace. and divide. put syllables in pen, cross out. projectile profanities from the illusive glass. free to touch the universe.