Wrinkled in the palm of your hand,
In the grasp of arms
That reached from all ends of the Earth.
I grabbed a corner
And could feel nothing but the clench
Of my own fist,
Closing in on the heat
And the intangible spotlight.
The air that shimmered
Among the counterfeit stars
Smelled of sweat
From bodies swarmed together
All along the Detroit river.
Our ears had been too far gone,
So we just dreamed in the synth
Waves that rolled off the stage of fog.
I could taste that water
Which baptized the audience
Underneath the city skies,
Sent from a galaxy of vibrations.