Steven H To have the whole universe in your mind/
and star by exploding star not be able to speak, to say where they began going and when.
To be able to blink to share what’s on,
what’s in your mind, closing and opening your eyes,
so an eye, electric, can read what you’re saying and say it into our ears’ sea.
To be able to hear what was and still is to be, in the blink of an eye, numbers adding up to one accountable mystery, one muscle left twitching like a bow across the sky.
To play what you’re hearing, by moving your tongue across your teeth, so we can see on your screen the notes waves sing from being everything.