I’m wondering if you’ll ever solve that rubix cube

There are places in the lattice above
ripped to let a little more light in

& the more we fragment heaven,
the closer it comes to crashing into salt.
ink evaporates, fingerprints dissolve,
& keystones dislodge

a displaced disco ball sky am I
something celestial at which we wonder
under a microscope

Now we’re only concerned with dissecting galaxies
to capture the concept of size
or coin a strand of course black hair
to copyright a copper iris trapped in a cell
so far we know a prisoner can ponder osmosis
for most of her solid state

& right now this meal reminds me of swimming pools,
but mostly I’m wondering if you’ll ever solve
that rubix cube.