belief sphere

outside the known sphere of the universe      of universe cities
lies the half-belief sphere

hollow and
it glows

perfectly unlike
the imaginings of any prophet        so far

but resembling immaculately
the great breakthrough of tomorrow afternoon       over the gin soaked side-car

where i
having seen your pale arm
there draped on the green bonnet
asked you to play
croquet

something like that cat used to say
"we are what we believe" minus       what the crows lacerate with black beaks

they say "show your palms"
and open like little white snow daisies

a field scattered with palms
is tended carefully       that is a promise to the future