Jake's Flea Market

you don’t care
that the sky will never again rise
nor descend

that while the sun will 
never again begin to climb
from the base of the mountain up
that slope that faces
this way the moon will
never again fall
down the other side

it doesn’t matter
to you if today the sky begins
to stop

if today the sun and the moon begin
to stand
distant flashlights lit

while this earth spins
between them that mountain
a mountain on a basketball spun
through the sky on a fingertip
into the light
into the light
into the light