it would take an
ayahuasca trip
or delirious
vision on day six
of a fast, but
more often, you're
drying dishes
when you finally
cotton-on:
it's the tiniest of objects
which really
weigh a ton.
The seed
of a Riesling grape
is the prototype
for heaven;
and God, just like
Daedalus, is trapped
inside his maze—
a figment so small
he can never
be drawn—
like the pinprick of light
where all space
and time came from
or the unphotographable
inside of
an electron.
