You See It at Dusk

It's a miracle:
you exist!
Ring the bell!
Sound the horn!
Breathe it in.

You exist!

The sweep of cloud
on high,
the blue sky.
Open your eyes. 

You exist!

This is not a simulation.
The light is perfect, the words adequate,
the heart laid out
like a great red salt pan of flesh
before you,
a fan of muscle
so huge,
shivering its wafers
like fingers,
possessed
of itself,
so alive.

So run into
the red waters
of your heart,
because 

you exist.