Two - Minute Silence

Down the gravel road, into fortyorso degrees
a discovery of catalogical proportions

occurs:

Trigger is a semi-wondrous smile,
milk stains cowering eyes sixth-
ousand both ways I see, a discharge
across the earth, runs
hushed undisconnected.
The universal, internal whole, cradle
and hearse of all that we have ever
thought in us – an universal
that is universe.