the sharpest smiles start in the dark
slicing through the wide curtain
cutting into your deep space suddenly
cutting into your deep space greatly
waking you up from the great
weightless womb-float through forever
ripping their way around the quiet
witness of the moments and planets that pass
breaking their first flash of light
around the angle you never thought to see
the three hundred and sixty first degree
and then you're all sorts of fucked up
and spinning in the brilliance.

and you just tore my night open,
(like god
unbuttoning the clouds)
said peek-a-boo, yea
I know me
too,
and
what are we supposed to do
from here? and even though
we know better
we know it never hurts
to ask, and that
we won't ever
stop.

and all i can say is
that the sharpest smiles start in the dark
and perhaps that's why
there are so many stars
to wish from.