I

Imagine:
The sweltering mass of the sun
condensed to the size of an artichoke heart
buried in the roots of your soul
and you become gravity.

You sit down with a book and coffee
and the television and refrigerator begin to float
then orbit like moons in an egg-shaped waltz,
the news blares and the fridge door swings open.
The ketchup and the mayonnaise fall to the floor.


II

Imagine:
Electromagnetism crinkling and crackling from the ends of your fingers,
fine filaments of leaping light
jump from the pores of your skin like flying fish.
The downy hair on your arms stand on end.

You walk down the street and begin to sense
the charge of a like-minded woman,
and you reach up to wave
but your hand is repelled and slams you in circles like a racing train.

III

Imagine:
You wake up early, radioactive,
you see a glittering pile of subatomic particles on your pillow case
and detect the acrid smell of plutonium
as you start your half-life of quantum decay.

You get out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom
searching for the nail clippers;
making the first incision on your ring finger
you lay down a mushroom cloud that vapourizes everything within five hundred miles.

IV

Imagine:
Lovers embraced with longing eyes, plunging the waters for a ground for truth,
hands claw away at the flesh,
hands peal away what covers the soul,
hands toil for freedom, for fusion inside the core of their spiritual selves.

It's more, so much more,
more than galaxies, expansion, and stately dance,
more than lightening bolts searing the dawn,
more than a mushroom bloom over innocent seas.
It's more, so much more, it is a force of nature.