It Is Good To Think Upon the Multiverse

How quick things change -
In the dusk, the picture is graying
And I still find my stock in you.
How the old waves of tempered feeling return
Like an angelic meteor crashing,
How the emerald labyrinth still has my heart!
The parade across the orient has been halted
While the elephants give birth and die
Amdist the winged dreams of tsunami salvation
And I am alone, thinking of you.
The air is so hot on this journey
To think straight is sin.

I never thought much about you
Until the islands moved, rearranging everything,
When the eclipse became permanent and all things in purple light.
How is it now without the temple?
Has your center maintained a forward march?
Has grace smiled upon the holy body
That breaks to reform the wine of your soul?

I've missed you these days; the quiet resounds
As the pulse of the universe I so desperately want
Conflicts with the one that I own.
But its good to think upon the multiverse
Where somewhere, in some age we thrive,
Aloft in the barn, asleep in the fields,
Stars as blankets and skies so warm,
Free to be millionaires and hidden in our bodies,
Soaking in the vast freedom of lovers' multitudes,
Alive on the cusp of the fountainhead fate
With visions and dreams ubiquitous with God
And the very instance we're in as the only treasure of it all.

To proselytize such things is folly
But to consider them is holy;
Our capacity to wonder and dream
Is the heartbeat of all creation's meaning.