I stole my moves from Shiva

The entity dancing behind my retina

Then stubbed my toe and crashed the physics engine

Now I’m flying, forgot to mention.

Like him, I want to be dancer on the brink of destruction

Build my own reso-nation and defy all obstruction

I want to weave symbollic threads through the gaps in existence

Over the cold fabric of spacetime, to sublimate this subsistance.

These days I’ve been staring at the skies,

Burning butterflies,

Crosswise.

And turning the wheel of time counterclockwise.

Only to stare back into Death’s snake-eyes.