Background Song for a Universe

Sometimes we rupture in small controlled
steam vent bubbles but with every step of
man, a new shoulder, a new mountain
rises until we’ve created worlds by
liquefying the bases—and still we’ll climb
to the last of blank spaces and I’ll slice my
heart on a slide graph my broken frost-
bitten limbs decant away my fertile years
but please—

Give me a lever.
Give me a chance.



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