Why Is Light So Slow? I Think I Know....

a dent in the femur as hapless as a fairy ring
on the very lawn of You.
the hours are sanskrit and molasses 
and Nothingness wears a Suit
made absolute jitter, eating fear out of your palm.
night is the long lion feasting on the darkest gazelle 
in your diary. the kind of moon in a pill
that drops anchor when your cavities collapse
to a point out of range of your plausible
metrics. heaven has a nail in your palm
and clouds have a rain in your mind.

Why is light so slow?

i think I know a sphinx
when I need to.

but the riddles cling to my apostrophes
like prayers on a stick in my eye.
but the sum of my rainbows
buttress the sun

like contempt eats a living for a Living-
and kites are supposed to rhyme with antigravity
but the trees that eat Them are more than blind
like a horde of noise and cellulose
choking wrinkles in Time-
crimping the Yggdrasill with a plumber’s wrench
losing satellites in poker games
but keeping the skin
in the Moon

like a guess.