nano sized black holes 
are hiding tachyons
behind the sinister doubt
that settles in your gut
as if spicy peppers and moon beams
pulled you in two completely different
regions of digestion
It will happen again
how you react 
now that can change
I thought of the soft notes
the feathers of time and space
that have landed me here
the gentle touch of finger tips
the mystical moment
my eyes burning with frakincense
the glare of adoration
the gift of life