one night

the sky was so big that night, bigger then the sea, bigger then god, bigger then new mexico sky, the psilocybin ran through veins electrically, reminded me that i was composed only partially of bones capillaries sinews and muscles, but maybe i was part sky also because there simply wasn't enough room in heaven for all of it, there was ocean and moon and tom and tom's girl spinning or twisting of refracting, all these things were calm and peace and holy, the moon fell across the atlantic in a long column, it told us things about wind and a dancing universe and how tonight the universe wasn't dancing it was breathing at a regular rhythym and how that is a dance to.