Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

before sleep (2005)

the plane
throws nets of rain-mail knitted from quadratic equations
over my roof and thoughts.
solutions dissolve like chalk as they slide
into wet guttersleep. i resist,
just in case a unified theory
of everything
should come to me uninvited
like a gift of engine-noise and water.

the plane fades into ink still loud on the page
but the rain is tenacious;
scratches formulae on the slate.

it is late.
time conspires with space and gravity
to pull me down into a black hole;
the pen now weighs the same as a
small hatchback
and my lashes
drag my blinds down to the
event horizon.


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