Lungful of Iron

The clock tower vanishes
and I laugh anxiously
at the brutal detail of sandstone sediment

The cold of midnight reminds me I’ll never escape
tumbling through this kaleidoscope of worlds.
A mercilessly beautiful mist
escapes the jungle of my peasant mouth

Love and fear seem so strange.
And why we should think the life of Einstein
More complex than the life of a single coin
roaring through the turbulence of desire.
Slipping through the fingers of Nuns,
tyrants and bored checkout girls
Washing into tills like the shores of new continents.

But is this enough?
Is there more than this white noise of
Loves, lifetimes, and idle pass-times?
The growth, everywhere, of
a superfluous miracles?
Us and our creatures - always fresh as a slap
and older than God?

Everywhere I look yields a lifetime of investigation.

I'd aspire to Genius
If Genius weren't as common as dust.