We

Slowed down

Stopped outside Prada Marfa

An abandoned petrol station

Or an art world sphinx or oracle

Glass, and beyond, shoes and bags

Like a weapon deposit slowly reflects your shape as a tiny hole

Against the desert-scape

Black like a planet calling

Jupiter call her

Into the ether

Jupiter call her

Let her come, let her come

I should relate somehow

I am an "abandoned project"

But also a creature

Crisp and clear like the desert

Indistinguishable from clarity

Heavenly and high

The clouds' appendage

I could open my mouth

And pour out mirages

Like a song I am always gathering

(Jupiter call her)

(Jupiter call her)

(Jupiter call her)

(Jupiter call her)

Call me

You ask

"Is it a real ship?"

But you meant shop

Could you ask if I am a real merle?

I mean burl

No, you don't gather

I watch my reflection sigh

Before goat and ram

I mean shoes and bags

Sometimes art is more real, more evil

Just lonelier

Just so lonely

Jupiter call her

(Just so lonely)

Jupiter call her

(Just so lonely)

Jupiter call her

(Just so lonely)

Jupiter call her

Jupiter call her

(Just so lonely)

Jupiter call her

Jupiter call her