Who are we to deem this good or bad?
It is just thinking
and we are
just bodies— can you read the directions?
In turbid 4 am, I sailed on sneakers
through tiny oceans just to do
what I told you
I would not—
Let our internal compasses
spin and spin;
Bring the plasma of stars into the living room
and hiss the mast of the cactus
aglow with blue flame.