blunderbuss

out-of-mind but in-the-hand,
eons of empty moments

entertained by the factory of stars

buckshot with diamonds, i was
some other eon, or
right here, perhaps,
pierced with amethyst

entered by the memories of stars

who am i?
where am i coming from,

showering from countless worlds
hand-in-hand, other
by these words?—

i had no idea i was in their way
just standing there—

whistling to the wind,
whispering my
private formulae uncomprehending,

in dreams of smallest manufacture

knowing nothing of the
terminal velocity
of a billion
brilliant bullets hunting me

then it hit me—

blunderbuss blunderbuss blunderbuss