Peering over a flat earth!

 

Cusp

 

The sea pouring into stars.

A waterfall of sweeping  light.

The mist of dawn

collected in a glowing orb.

Moon, upside-down, floats by,

a silver-pocked  rock.

Thousands of galaxies whistle by

in neon flashes.

A stop-gap of black, rushing absence of sound and then –

the square root of pie,

the ghost of Einstein

sorting an unending pile

of lost socks.