Propulsion

I met a woman or maybe it was a man

Claiming to have seen all time and space

How’s that mamsir? I asked.

Propulsion my friend.

Propulsion of the mind.

Rocket yourself through books and dreams

Ancient trails and comet tails.

Go before paper and clay, scribblers and scribes,

Past caves and magical hunts

Run in savannah and live in trees

Flower yourself

Become fruit to feed the persistent mole

Scurrying at the foot of giants

Enter the smallest of oxygen breathers

Mothered by pools of oxygen makers

Witness the airing

Witness the watering

Witness the birth of a burning ball

Go there

And go beyond

Float in the stardust of yourself

Take a whiff of that first moment

Hear the hiss of hydrogen in god’s first breath