Contrary Telescope

Time can be counted in milliseconds Pay attention To the cracks in the pavement Where the sand grains no longer held their cement The proverbial elephant Resides in a matchbox of contented intent And measure by micrometers The distance of hairs As a tiny mote floats into a sea of stars Still wondering where the hell you are Within the fluidity of atomic constructs Or thought To reach beyond all eternal With the tweezers of a contrary telescope So lost in the tiny vastness The insignificance evaluated by the little presumptuous Internal sees with a tunnel focus Discerns the explanatory pores through its magnifying glass Do not count the blades of grass Or imagine a beach to be anything more Everything else inconsequential Outside the front door The prodigal elephant Struggles inside the matchbox of its purpose While an entire universe contained within a single cell Remembers how to construct a flower And each breath is a hurricane Between the footprints of forever Time can be measured in dreams In all those forgotten hours Of sleeping Where the grains of thought no longer held, to their cement And wander upon the waters of one The unified electrical fields of creation With all the names it has born Still waiting for the sleepers to awaken The elephant inside a matchbox