How low can you go?

The Scale of the Universe

I slung a saddle, withered none the worse
across the shoulders of the universe

then crept below to wade with parasites
through wrinkled halls and low-hung needle lights,

saw organisms whir, heard slushy beats
in rhythmic metal walls and caverned streets

a yoctometer wide, and then a sound
dragooned me deep and furled me around.

So amplified I cupped my head to know
the vastness of the bulbs, how far to throw

the tent-lines of the earth. The uncliffed edge
of airy space, gas mountains fully fledged

with sulfurous clouds croon litanies in verse
and gesture, but the distant songs disperse

before my voice can scale the universe.