Before
Your lithe dancing
Made old raindrops fall up
Before black gravity in two
Pupils
Pulled me
To bow before you: a student
Of your sky totems (rains)
There breathed just two
Mortals –
Before
Starry pilgrims
Free on their perfect paths
(Billions of pupils in raindrops)
Glimmered
(Comets!)
There existed the mouth of God
Softly screaming to dark
(No sound in space)
I AM