Alpha 137

wink to your star adored among the many.

lookup, and away, find elusive green justice.

blink, Astrea, Gliese, Zubeneschamali, 

or —nubi. scale allusions to claw the equinox. 

come down to earth in a wild march Fiori Musicali.

whistle the bird calls of your grandfather’s song.

grounding in death, pursed lips bobwhite whippoorwill.

hunt down your echo etched faux in the rock 

of Carmel in the Navajo sandstone of Zion.

fundamental isopsephy 75 winds whirling motion 

gathers layers of the vast comfort of childhood.

quietly dwell in this magical peace trance. 

gardens of flowers, sweaters with mink tales. 

if cancer, if heart attack, if murder transforms love.

red truck radio flashes meatless fish Fridays

in mixed paper chimneys tinsel tree Christmases, 

rainbow wheel Easter dresses, and Sunday dinners.

feel the tug, the pull of the currents of mystery.

braid the sweet golden angel, dimensionless 137,

permittivity, and permeability of free space.

dance with a kit of pigeons transformed into a loft

of white morning doves. one, and the same second

sage…and I am the emptiness sparking outside

the soul, repeating melodious chants of one time

illusionary glow, a blue star flowing on holy rivers

not merely separating but dividing light from darkness.

the secret to life itself is in the fine-structure constant.

gates of wisdom from above and time is damaged forever

bringing again shadows of degrees, where the deepest 

secrets of reality lie in the measure of the universe.