The Starry Snail

You crawled after the rain
The rain of stars

They made a house for you
Out of their bones
Where are you taking them on your towel

Time limps behind you
To catch up with you to run you over
Let’s see your horns snail

You crawl on a huge cheek
That you’ll never get to see
Straight into the plow of nothingness

Make a turn onto the life-line
In the palm of my hand in a dream
Before it’s too late

Leave me in bequest
Your wonder-working silver towel.