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