this again

oh I feel again
the great nervous
shakedown of my
arms extended
outward

snapping
in the winds
of change

keep your windows open

birdsong
seeps into the vents

the present massive
tense atmosphere
requires a balloon

to make use
of the many
subtleties at large

omni-passing
particles

entrench
themselves
through the tracks

the birdsong's gone

but it's sure
to come back

i'm from saturn and i'm here to help

picture a night-sky
pastoral

the fingernails
of the planets
stream past

a procession
of flaked
potential

a ring of dust

a stucco'd mobile

keeping the
whirling cosmos
in its cradle

magnifying the
small distance
between us

proving to me
that we are much closer
than you believe