Now that the entire world
has retreated to a thaw
now that from a rooftop
I see a raw galaxy dangling
from the beak of a bird
now that the earth
is a great rippling mantle
like a set of loose hair in a golden head
now that the entire world
as soft and pliable as moist leaf of tobacco
now that the planet is flotsam
drifting in the viscous current of sensation
now
we can sleep
in its academy of colors
now
we immerse our heads
in the surrounding cradling
dream
Beyond Language 
Your work is haunting, but it speaks a truth that rumbles through the earth like a thousand earthquakes. You sir, are a genius.