Today the subway smelled like roses
The weatherman threw up his hands
Miracles stopped working on our schedules
Systems in chaos let light through the black holes
It’s only the truth from other universes inside you
That burns to come out
You can’t hear God in these dying crickets
As much as you’ve thirsted for it
But if you listen enough, you’ll hear yourself
Surrender to God was the practice for this
The rest of the world has now gone on its way
And the one is inside, sparkling like tinsel
There are two suns now, one inside, one in the sky
They are both the same
You are without reference to others
The world is slow motion
Compared to the streams running through you
Electric like earthquakes through quartz
With a glance I become the person sitting next to me
Chanting Hebrew rhymes through the free moments
Filling up the absence with a mind
