What Dogs See

I lost myself in the wild hills
Spawn in the sweet smelling tinder filled basement
From Prince Edward Island I hitched a long way
Would you turn by some orange groove road?
To a lake in the wilderness shining black with a silver forest forming our backs
In its depths found a monolith adorned with great paintings of wolves with yellow little sirens
The grey, freezing water — it swirled around, whispering
Tuned from a phonograph, stuck between brain cells for months
Since I heard your voice issue thoughts freezing

I touched the world slowly, each radial of the spectrum
Revealed itself to me, dark matter was illuminated
In his extremities into this way of being
Serpents writhing on all sides of me
Celestial castles whose spectral planets
Filled gaps between stars in the night sky voids crystallize

This is what dogs see and this is why
They bay and cower at
something just over your shoulder