Poem - Untitled

in this vast universe
there is room enough for songs
which twist and turn
like reeds in green molasses rivers
there is room enough
for slow walks through the multicellular trees
and headless bamboozling
in the dark cavern of music

this universe which refuses to speak
waves millions of fingers in the fluttering breeze
ignoring the thoughts of poets and priests
silent
uproarious
let it rain down into the wriggling gutters
and make you laugh.