Conversion

To spread the chromatogram of thought across
A meadow of electricity.
To rearrange the bisected hemispheres of the earth
Into time without its days and nights, and
Into space without dimensions.
To transform the evening moon into
A butterfly, luminous and flying across the sky of dreaming.
Conversion, a bird of prey hunting for an idiom
In the vertigo of riddles and paradox, and to resurface
As the morning star with crown of flame amidst darkness.