A fortuneteller has been hidden under the tree bark,
There’s a beginning and an end and everything in between.
There’s a coalescent universe.
A woman turned upside down last night,
seeds burst into stars,
condolences for flowers are being written inside the stomach of a thrush
The star containers are buried deep,
time awakes as if to the music of Orpheus
so as to give a sense of how dark it is, how black the holes are,
the universe is the seamy side of humankind.