Mudderschtup

Are what you saw angels
how you understand
their handprints in a wall
the beginning of an ocean wave

under the docks where a horseshoe crab's
old body of a home
floats upward, disemboweled in the streaks
of floating light

I see my face in the shell of its skeleton
I know my future is footprints in
cobalt sand we've never imagined

dirty light, dirty light, being vacuumed clean
by other light, other light, dark matter hides
behind a tree they call the solar system:

a tiny tiny bear crawls between
the shocks of moss all soft like a toddler's hair