I need a poem to open it all up
Take every atom I can see and collide 
A symposium of cosmic yum-yum
Draw a map on your hand 
So I can see where we're going
I brought a wheelbarrow
I brought a reel from 1985
I brought every friend I could get a hold of
I'll stand in the corner
Of this balcony and imagine
The whales sounding
There is a darkness closing in
My fingers are scratching 
The smoked mackerel off its barrel
What if it wakes up and walks all over us
The truth announces itself 
As an inverted card
Let's read another translation
This week's reading says, "get ready"
I want to make you proud
To the effect of ball park high fives with strangers
I have a prism in my stomach
There is a cool spring
With lots of fish slowly eating
In a happy fashion 
You can try to hold your breath
And still have one swim into your face
There is felled tree that has become 
A meditation log
I want to break into a sprint of politeness
Dress up every leaf again
Cut out another mountain 
For your shirt pocket
That way I can forget that I've become an adult
I have to make something that I can't sell 
to sink into shivasana
shivasana shivasana shivasana
shivasana motherfucker