words

what do i do here
with none to play with,
in the transient hours
there is nothing other
than this, where have you gone
with wings of fire
and smoke on your lips,
murder in your heart
and swagger in your hips.

this is what the night is then,
stars with strange skittering madness
i cannot comprehend,
dancing through the waters above
like god’s bright thoughts
while i slowly glide
round and around
and across this quiet earth.

what wisdom is hidden there
beyond their velvet crawl,
what canopy from infinity
will adjust to this argonaut
with thoughts dark and eyes bright
tunneling back and forth
from the edge of the earth
to the center of the night.

-S.C. Martinez