Truck Stop

with our hands together
I believe we can build a ship
with which to sail outside the universe
into places where even nothingness cannot exist
where even the darkest corners of black holes refuse to live
where gravity becomes so strong it cannot even resist itself

and there we will turn ourselves inside out
and into each other
a swarm of lightning storms on the event horizon
a sea of glowing doves dancing above the creation of time

(as I drive home from the truck stop payphone
with soft rain on my windshield)