It happened again.

No pose of reverie. The return of the dead

and the return of exterminant cosmos

I metabolised the night

without a year’s creep of horror.

Last night I meditated on an axis.

the graph was infested with traffic

above, below, peripheral

I blanketed myself with the black

of the universe to protect myself

from wailing gut illness

house plagued with headlights and truck brakes

the night after opened up a dome

of star frequencies in flow

simultaneous modulation

mobile in spheres

open band spilling with

radio statics

the hum of all

human existences.