I Look in the Cracks in the Pavement

I look in the cracks in the pavement,
Where can I insert a little

I spend so much time soaring between
Here and Sirius,
But every time I grasp for a chunk,
Or even a sliver,
Of that infinite expansion it

Tucking it away
Into some little corner of this Existing
Feels like it should work,
But the motion of this mystery
Breaks the anchors and carries
The songs away.

A red rose blossoms
In my perineum,
And I remember that
I am

The sacred pavement was
Humming the whole time,
But how could one with broken ears
Hope to hear it?

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