I am carved space,
at the very end,
a leaf node
of multiverse.

A box of assorted truffles,
variation on a theme,
a bouquet of balloons,
white light cracking
prisms,
continuous color,
overtone in the hum,
that suddenly can
stop.

Cinnamon myrrh
to anoint,
laid out on hot rock;
vibraphones on black velour
ascending minor intervals,
I hold stripped electrical wires,
and stand in shallow pools,
basil and lavender on my tongue.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013