This far-out nebula sucks lusty cells together
By her hand a key in the door of truth turns.
Weightless and slippery, so gripping in the way
It was nonexistent before the consonant ‘k’
Ordered a common vowel then hung a daring ‘y’
On the end of it. She torques the protruding
Bow, builds force by dangling upside down
From hooks twisted in dark, unwritten ceilings.
Someone screw a light in…