the alternate reality suspended above
our heads where life seethed amid the stars
with the vitality of the gods
we built spaceships to explore
Heaven, and our explorers reported
back, like the spies of Canaan:
darkness, dwarf giants, and a few grapes
the heavens were disappointing. Empty, we labeled
the vacuum space, and our foolish hearts
were darkened. Heaven became a nebula
a dark glass of reality, our vision
obscured by equations, theoretically
physics: 170 decibels, our eardrums burst
when the trumpet went off, we forgot
about graphs and boxed sets: our vision
was forced to adjust to the stars
light made us weep.
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