Forces running counter to the visible:
below the green scum of space dust
a water nymph materializes at the edge of the multiversal pond,
pauses before plunging into the galaxies glowing beneath her—
red eddies of stars and suns, rippling violet supernovas.

Dragonflies piloted by time riders skim the rising bubble-worlds
transparent wings flickering in and out of existence.
The universe is a sea-dream that cannot wake itself.