A day may come
when the earth will burst
into a cluster of smaller globes

and we’ll all be relegated
to one or another
collection of ghosts
randomly flung
to one or another
of those ragged stones.

It would be good to think
that should it happen
we will at last
get past the old wars
and prejudices.  Certainly
the sorting,
assuredly the mass dying
would clear our heads.

It’s possible, though,
that on the day
it happens we’ll just start over,

continuing to pass
through each other
with no impact,
much as we pass though
today. 

The Buzz says good things
about absinthe, thrill-blue smoke
and the like; offers us

sacred images of green, then milk-white.
Green, then red, then brown,
then black; black-blue, bent-blue,

earthquake blue, hallelujah
blue, turned inside out
to show pure blue again.

The Buzz says the joy of clarity 

is not all-encompassing.  
Some pictures are 
best seen through haze.  

Crooked
movement can still cover
good ground.  Et cetera,

et cetera…don’t make such a fuss
about this, says the Buzz…slip in,
take a moment, take another, another…