It is snowing.
I am swimming in the sun:
A nuclear atrium, sweating
White Hydrogen.
I stand up on the sun and I run
Like a clown balancing upon a waterwheel
I am trundling no-ocean.
I can’t feel it
But I am operating the sun
With my funny feet.
A man rolling
A radiant ball of Helium.
The moon is giving chase beneath.
It is snowing chunks into the sun-churn.
Where is it coming from – Heaven?
Everyplace appears like vertigo
And the snow wants to replace the stars.
I swing a heavy limb like an anchor
Dragging a Martian head through a Venusian bed.
And then it appears in the blackness:
Jupiter, imperial
And all the spiders fall
Through the enormous hole
In his side,
And you are safe
But benign to begin with.
