No Control

On a desert night beneath the moon,
Cacti in full bloom,
The little light that did reflect
Off clouds fell into tune.

It sang for me a song of smiles,
Full of angels laughing,
Enacting heaven’s holy joke:
That even God has no control.

The gagging subsided
And the moon began to set.
Darkness became light
And our origin arose.

Under its gaze,
The long day passed by;
Until suddenly I recognized
The sky was falling down.

But then, to my surprise,
I saw that I did arise!
My eyes absorbed the light of the stars
And I became eternal.

Time was just a knot in mass and energy,
Its roots deep within my mind,
Budding now as a whorl
Above my brow.