We are the explication
that was the big bang,
that grand improvisation,
that fireball of “Yes!”
our genetic metes and bounds
a
promethean fire
imagined into buckets
and translated
to each one of us
from each of us
torqued through
disorder and ambiguity
and
iffy power
down
this
pen
and to this page
and
into you.
Observe.
Sing.