Language of the Planets

Chromatic apparitions crawl across the ceiling Whispering equations with a velvet feeling Nebulae are blooming in my coffee cup While the moon turns sideways and refuses to look up We’re dissolving through the atmosphere Into phosphorescent overdrive Every thought becomes a chandelier Every dream is learning to survive Telepathic sparrows sing in binary devotion Skimming silver sermons off the ocean Time is just a serpent with a diamond spine Swallowing its shadow at the edge of my mind Cathedral of static Symphonic and erratic My bones become antennas For the language of the planets