Like the rings of saturn

where no man has gone before

the music of the spheres

presses by gravity on vinyl space

 

and while jupiter aligns with mars

we sit with fingers arched and

The static finger writes

antennae of the big spaces and vibrations

 

and a new child is reborn

as the big planets go round

and follow the sound.

A celestial majesty remains

 

of virgin vinyl sleeves

and the saturnine black discs

dock on darkling shelves

homeward bound.