I remember
     
as a child
standing
     
on a pebble shore
watching ships
     
at sea
sailing
     
uncaring
over
     
the edge
     
     
of the world.
I see
     
moon
sphere
     
of old age
visitor
     
in ancient days
     
     
and now
instrument
     
of early myth
and sun
     
mother of life
     
     
father of destruction
whose bloated death
     
one day
will burn
     
this iron
     
     
Earth
     
     
     
away.
Look up
     
on open nights
see the cities
     
the suns
see the stars
     
the wild havens
     
     
the countable finities
mark
     
the horizon of light
mark
     
that ten
     
     
billion
     
     
     
years.
Mark this universe
     
this space–time bubble
     
     
in the multiverse.
You remember
     
blowing bubbles
     
     
as a child?
All histories
     
all possible
     
     
all happened.
All
     
that can be known
     
     
to all there is
is like
     
an ounce of decency
     
     
to God.
Expanding horizons
     
eternal
     
     
Russian dolls.