Did you stand outside
yesterday at dusk? Heaven burned green
and washed purple to the Earth. All things were charged
with the electricity of sun beneath the thickening coolness
of sleep. Thunder tumbled across the cosmos
bouncing from wisps of rainbow to clouds painted with
hellfire as trees receded into silhouettes. All things were there,
all things as close, as distant, as inseparable
as day and night. In these fleeting moments
when dark velvet night and fiery red day touch,
all things are almost possible, or almost