We’ve been told space is like two dark lips colliding
like science fiction it outlines a small cosmos
where fear hides in a glow
where negative space becomes a place
for wishing a constellation of hazy tunes
of faint sharp vowels
a glossary of meteors
a telescope to god
a cold bright white
maybe distance damages us
maybe Jupiter will suddenly surprise us
with a notion of holiness.
But instead an old planet takes over all the space
and we are reminded of the traces of fire
in our gaze defining our infidelities.