In the slow spin of stars, a dancer turns

 

He wears a tall hat. His arms stretch –

one out, one up. His robes flow.

 

In the slow spin of stars, a woman sings.

Her voice floats on her breath.

She opens her mouth and words emerge.

 

In the slow spin of stars, a boat glides.

It rides the currents.

It is made of glass. It carries the sun.

 

In the slow spin of stars, a yellow dog

lies on the pavement, her nose in her groin.

She is a bitch, a cur. She has tits and pups.

 

In the slow spin of stars, a tree grows.

Its branches curl up and are wrapped

by two vines. It’s a pillar of greenery.

 

In the slow spin of stars, crystals form.

All the elemental glyphs. 

Alphabets.