Churning mind, like turning moments
like tears upon a string
like the eternal, “Why”
that hangs over everything.
Perhaps this, then,
is why neurons look like the galaxies
Why your mind is wrought in iron
in magic and in fantasy.
Perhaps they think of
of stardust or trees
how mountains are the god's teeth
breaking through the centuries
So, turn your mind as Earth spins
impossibly fast and impossible to sto