POEMS
Oculus
to the Stars
The boundaries of the real
are tested
by the intensity
of what I feel -
Can my body,
and psyche
keep expanding?
You are making
me into a Super Nova -
Just then
an oculus
to the stars
opens
in my heart
and
through it
access
to the
landscape
of the
imagined -
Infinity
is bounded by
the finite,
but infinitely
periodic.
This explains
why you
felt so
instantly
familiar.
There in
Borges’ Library
where every permutation
of 25 basic characters
are contained,
there exists
somewhere
every book
ever written,
that might
be written.
So, there
in there
Gazing at
us
through the oculus
in my heart
is our story
as it was
as it will be.
are tested
by the intensity
of what I feel -
Can my body,
and psyche
keep expanding?
You are making
me into a Super Nova -
Just then
an oculus
to the stars
opens
in my heart
and
through it
access
to the
landscape
of the
imagined -
Infinity
is bounded by
the finite,
but infinitely
periodic.
This explains
why you
felt so
instantly
familiar.
There in
Borges’ Library
where every permutation
of 25 basic characters
are contained,
there exists
somewhere
every book
ever written,
that might
be written.
So, there
in there
Gazing at
us
through the oculus
in my heart
is our story
as it was
as it will be.