It's a dirty self-cleaning universe.

Strange imagined shapes of things,wild distortions of the familiar,like the galaxies, pinpoints,of the imagined; untilthe polished multiple eyesof lofted telescopes —while buffeted by cosmic dustand plasma —passed down bit by bitthe great glass marble of the universe.

blinded visionary that locks the moon in place;I am the simple sieve that drinks the universe.

Your voice still beating inside my skull,as if I could put my fingersthrough my eyes and pull you out.This dumb external universe.