Everyone will turn their heads to see
the stretching heaven of diamonds,
(or whichever gem you’ve always preferred)
A better viewpoint awaits you,
in the parabola of a sand dune,
or on a rotten body of lumber,
hidden away in a soothing world
which we’ve learned to fear by accident.
The drive to and from your current life may be satisfactory,
though your potential remains caged and sedated;
and we are not metaphoric animals!
Only answers come through irreverent migration;
Goodbye gods, until tomorrow!
summer has yet to begin;
the foils of earth’s ceiling are lightly radiant
and something continues to stir
in these subconscious caverns