Nobody

Worn marble terminal steps

Deliver you fully clothed

Into the path of vague me,

Hypothetical observer lately

Employed on tachyons backwards

Through time from the point of impact.

Now I am wondering who did

Those charts, those baby blue

Stylized muscular constellations?

And what scaffolding? Of course

I do not see you and we go

Down and lie like stunned Pisces

Halves tied tails together

By the rubber cable of 6:30.

I've worked late. Guards

Approach. Summoned to the acoustic room

Baffled against any voice of mine.

You follow them up the marble.

Does the falcon know the falconer?

No, and the stupid bird has been let

Loose indoors. Refugees

Lounge at the information kiosk.

I telephone and accept assignment

Riding collapsing stars to singularity.