"light-house"

the body of time is a star-map,
guiding our ship, swollen
with vast decks of cannons,
___like a cup or a palm brimming
___with the too-sweet dreams of men;

dreams that hover over the hulls
like mist— lusty lullabies
___of land-locked women, all
______breasts and bodices.
___and maybe the commodore
______dreams in diagrams? or
______sometimes of the choleric pearl
______sweatings of his
youngest son?

______or, once, a glass
______house filled with light?

and once i dreamt that time
branched backwards
and forwards in too many
tunnels and wormholes, a thousand or more.

_______________last night i dreamed a map
____________on the commodore’s palm,
_________and of following him to the cusp
______of the earth and plunging
___down the star-deep
cavern of time,

where i met star-fishes and
conversed with nebulas,
pulsing like primordial
jellyfish in a frozen sea.