in that one moment
it became
so clear
that our dna
is mixed with
something greater
even as i lay
in the gutter
rats
garbage
and stale piss
all around
one look
at that watercolored sky
painted
in pastel disillusion
called to me
the pinks
transitioning
into purples
as the sun turns
her blind eye
on hemispherical
division
the simple things
can still confound
even if
the answers
bring no joy