The final question

acknowledges

all these stars

in my chest

as I spread my arms

and notice

the glowing redshift

of my distant hands

shooting through the lightyears

A circular hole

opens

on top of my

skull;

a way out!

I am the personalized

Big Bang

nourished

by electromagnetic waves

and showers of

neutrino

resting in the luge

sliding track

of curving space

realizing the Buddhahood

of my mother,

recognizing the lowpass

underdog curiosity

of my bewildered father

on his righteous passage

through bondager decades

I can but be here

wild-eyedly reinforced by the now,

pulled out

of the sorcerer's hat

surrounded by the spinning tops

of worlds